Hi lovelies,

I have been a slack little bastard with this thing over the last week. Truth is though, life dealt me up a hectic week! Doesn’t happen very often in my one-subject, no-employment existence, but this last week was a killer!

Over the weekend my social life got a major boost, with a lunch date with my fellow bum friends (god knows how we afford our lifestyle seeing as 2 out of 8 lunch attendees are currently out of work!), a playdate with a pair of delightful bunnies, and a sunday sesh at the pub! Whoa! What a weekend!

And then on monday and today, I had interviews at two different hospitals. Both went spectacularly well, which puts me in a conundrum as to how to reorder my preferences for the nursing computer match that determines the hospital I get my grad year at. The hospital I had set my heart on working at I didn’t do very well at the interview. So I have a large thinking cap to put on for a while.

Meanwhile, I just finished my final nursing calculations test for this course…WOOHOO! Which means I have 2 assessments to go for this degree! HUZZAH! Oh yes, the excitement is becoming tangible.

What didn’t go so well this week was my goals for habit formation. Interestingly, I didn’t fail at what I thought I would fail at. To recap, my goals for the week (and for the following two) were:

  1. Get up at or before 8 am everyday.
  2. Eat breakfast everyday.
  3. Drink at least a liter of water everyday.

Now I bet you are thinking, she failed at the early mornings, right? Well wrong! I managed to get up, or at least wake up and lay around in my bed, at 8 am every morning (I even got up at 6 am on monday!). As a result, I ate breakfast every day ย as well, which I am sure is helping my metabolism, I am snacking nowhere near as much. It was the water that let me down. I didn’t end up going and buying a bottle like I promised myself, and what with the hecticness of job interviews and socialising, my water intake suffered. So that is something to work on this week again.

And speaking of this week, it is time to implement 3 new goals to make into habits! Wowee! I am so exciting! Here they are:

  1. Eat lunch everyday.
  2. Stop drinking soft drink.
  3. Do weights at least 5 days a week.

To keep my metabolism going with the breakfast eating bonanza, it is time I concentrate on the next most important meal of the day: lunch. I virtually never eat lunch, and if I do, it is something delicious like cheese and salami toasties, which, although amazing, are crippling to ones waistline. So I need to really work on eating healthy lunches and eating them regularly to keep my body in check.

Soft drink. Ahh my liquid gold. I drink at least a can of soft drink at dinner time EVERY NIGHT. I love the bubbles. Ahh. Bubbles bubbles bubbles. But at a whopping 11 teaspoons of sugar a can, it is time I ditch the sweet tooth if I want to be serious about my weight loss. Drinking soft drink also leaves you feeling sluggish and therefore prevents you from pushing yourself to the limit during exercise, so it is a definite no-no!


Lastly, weights. I have a great little weight workout (courtesy of Ann, thanks love!), but lately I have been going to the gym, doing half an hour of cardio, and calling it a day. I don’t know where my lack of motivation came from, but it hit me like a tonne of bricks, and now it is time to give it the arse! So five days a week, I am going to hit up the weights! Feel those muscles burrrrn!

It is bedtime in the Egan household, so I best head off, especially considering I took a break from writing this to watch a youtube video then got all teary. I will post it here so everyone else can get teary too, it’s an x factor video of Emmanuel Kelly, a young man with an extraordinary story, and an amazing voice. I have had the pleasure of meeting him and his brother when I was at high school and they were young children, his mother Moira was a former pupil and used to come to the school to give motivational talks and such like. Very inspiring!

Goodnight world! xx


Two posts in one day? ZOMG!

Just a special shout out to a special person.

A special, creepy person.

Who will very soon be creeping on over to this blog to get her creep on.

Hi Krystal!



There was a moth crawling in my sleeve…

So I was sitting here getting ready to formulate another smashing blog post, and kept feeling that creepy crawly feeling on my left arm. I thought I was delusional, as I get the creepy crawly feeling at least once a day for whatever reason, but upon further investigation, I discovered a moth had somehow gotten in there. Silly little moth.


Today I helped my favourite whorebag Victtoria ‘run’ the op shop her mum, ‘Queen Dyke’, works at while she nipped out for a while. I love op shops. I love the eclectic bunch of crap, discarded clothing, and former loved items. I love rifling through all of this stuff to find my newest treasure. I love that musty op shop smell. Possibly the best part of op shops though? The clientele.

The op shop in question is in the lovely suburb of Flemington (*insert mild sarcasm here*). As a result, it attracts a wide variety of Asian, African, slightly left/right/up/down of the centre people, and a lot of people who frequent op shops because their socio-economic status prevents their affordability from being sufficient to buy new clothing/crockery/books etc. You get your lovely grandmas pinching pennies, your hipsters buying out ALL the cool clothes in one fell swoop, and your usual riff raff and down-and-outers trying to scam you down to the last cent. Which is annoying considering this op shop is considerably cheaper than the big warehouse varieties like Savers.

My favourite people are the ones who tell you their life story. All about their mother/father/sister/brother/daughter/son/friend/dog/elephant/giraffe. Whether or not you care. You get it anyway. I just love getting that micro slice of another persons life. It is what I loved about working in retail for four years. I hated the paperwork and the hoopla that came with the job, but I loved chatting to my regulars.

The next best part of spending a day working in an op shop? When customers are scarce, you can scour the racks for finds. I got a (I suspect) never/rarely worn black dress with white polka dots that fits like it was custom-made, and an adorable little tan leather purse (made in italy) that is in terrible condition but that I am going to inject a bit of love into to try to spruce it up a bit. If it doesn’t work, well who cares, it is cute as anyway, perfect for a night out!

You never know what you might find at the op shop... or how stupid alcohol will make you act and look!

I will definitely be heading back to the op shop for some more days of fun.

And to buy clothes. Lots and lots of clothes.

๐Ÿ™‚ xx

Human zombie.

I am not a baby...but baby zombies are disturbing creatures!

So last night I went to bed at a semi-respectable time in order to get sufficient shut eye to then get up at 8 am. This is to fulfill what now seems like a bat shit crazy idea of forming habits. See how much resolve I have? Haha. Anyway. Coherence. Yes. That is what people want to read. So as I was saying, I went to bed early to get up early. Except my brain decided that staying awake until THREE AM was in my best interests. Nonetheless I soldiered on and got up at 8 regardless, after a paltry 4 – 5 hours of sleep. Zzzzz…

I even managed to endure my fortnightly 2 hour class (which today, despite my living dead status, was ridiculously interesting) and sweated my butt off at the gym afterwards. All I can say is, I better sleep like a baby tonight. Not a zombie one though. I don’t think they sleep. Or do much of anything for that matter.

Over and out. [Translated for the zombies out there to: OUABOUEOS ROAUFB. Or some such.]

21 days.

I wish this was my book case...

Hello lovelies!

I don’t want my blog to turn into a daily bitch fest, but I just need to get something off my chest. As a Virgo, I am a naturally organized person. My bedroom is generally clean, I know where everything is, I hand things in on time, and I am always early for anything I need to go to. It’s just part of who I am.

Now, I live with my parents and my brother. My brother is profoundly disabled, and as a result my mother sacrificed her career to be his full time carer, and has remained in that role for 26 years. She also never got her license, and as such, I am her chauffeur and grocery/errands/coffee companion. To compound this situation, my father had an operation last week that will prevent him from working for many weeks and has left him unable to drive in the short term.

I am happy being the driver. Don’t get me wrong. Especially since I stopped working and have very little to do with my time, I relish the opportunity to get out of the house and do things instead of sitting around feeling four walls creep in around me. But. Oh yes there is a but. My organized self would like some warning. Take this morning for instance. I woke up at the ripe old time of 9.30am, and hopped out of bed with the resolution of reading all the material pertaining to my essay, and getting stuck into writing it. Until I got pounced upon by both my mother and father, demanding different things that would require my services: dropping forms at the council offices, taking a gargantuan pile of crap to the op shop, and buying potatos. Because you know, we can’t live without potatos. I was very grumpy. All my well laid plans were wasted.

Is it really too much to ask that they organize their time a little? Decide on a sunday what errands need to be done, what groceries need to be got, and mutually deciding on a day to do it all? Or am I just anal? I hope not!

Okay, rant over. Phew! I really needed to get that one off my chest, I was in a bad mood all day as a result of it and the only thing that restored some good cheer was a good sweaty gym session. Thank heavens for endorphins!

So to lighten the mood, here are three things that made me happy today:

  1. The ridiculously delightful amount of super bright saturating sunshine that smiled down on us all day despite it being late winter. Divine!
  2. Driving alone in my car with the windows down in aforementioned sun, singing along to terribly bad pop songs on the radio at the top of my lungs.
  3. The chivalry of a pretty young gentleman at the gym. If you hold the door for me, you win brownie points. ๐Ÿ™‚


And now to my actual post for today. I bet you were all just dying in anticipation, weren’t you? ๐Ÿ˜‰

“You will never change your life until you change something you do daily. The secret of your success is found in your daily routine.” -John C. Maxwell.

According to experts (of whom I tried to find the name of but could not), it takes 21 days to make or break a habit. Conversely, if you drink a glass of water every morning for 21 days, you will automatically drink the glass of water on the 22nd day. Similarly, if you fall into a pattern of eating chocolate every evening after dinner, you will continue eating that chocolate every day after the 21st day of consumption.

As part of a wonderful online personal training package shared with me by my equally wonderful physiotherapist friend Ann, habit formation is encouraged and supported. Until now I haven’t really looked at it, but after several weeks of falling back into eating patterns I had spent so long trying to break, getting apathetic about going to the gym and when I am there being lazy about it, as well as sleeping late and just leading a lethargic terrible life, I decided it was time to make a change. It was time to get tough. It was time to kick my own arse into gear!

I have reached a fork in the road...

So over the next few months I have decided to try some ‘habit formation’.

It is not recommended that you try and form too many habits at once. For instance, if you created a list of twenty habits and tried to implement all of them at once over a three week period, you would more than likely abandon most if not all because it would be just too hard to do all at once. So I have decided to attempt to implement three habits a week, for three weeks, so that at the end of a five week period I will have hopefullyย implemented nine habits. The majority, if not all (I haven’t formulated all as yet) of the habits will be health, fitness, food and lifestyle related. I have been on a health kick with small results so far, but I really want to rev up my efforts so that I see some serious results, and hopefully be able to buy my first bikini EVERย this summer!

So for this first week, my habit goals are as follows:

  1. Get up at or before 8 am every morning.
  2. Eat breakfast every day.
  3. Drink at least a liter of water a day.

As you can see, they are not very challenging habits, at least not to the naked eye. For me however, the first one is going to be a major habit to form. Seeing as I do not work, and have one class a fortnight, the majority of the time I have very little to do with my time. As a result, I have been getting up anywhere between 9 and 11 everyday. A trickle on effect of this is that my consumption of breakfast is pretty sporadic, as I often just decide to wait for lunch, and as a result, snack aimlessly throughout the day. So really, habits one and two go hand in hand. Better sleeping patterns will allow me to awake early enough to eat breakfast, and generally get more out of my day. Habit three, water consumption, is more of a rectification goal. I lost my 1 liter water bottle, and ever since have not consumed anywhere near the amount of water I used to. My skin is bitching to me about it constantly. So after I post this, I am heading over to amazon to buy myself a pretty water bottle to inspire me to up my water consumption, and also to reduce my environmental impact by refilling a sturdy bottle rather than buying 1 liter mt franklin bottles that die on me after a few weeks.

So there you have it. My three goals. Which will hopefully, in three weeks time, be three habits that will stick with me for life. Next Tuesday I will have my next three habits ready to report to you all, my oh so massive reader base. ๐Ÿ˜›

Do you have any habits who wish you could form, or wish you could get rid of?


Oh so sweaty.

I don’t have much to talk about today.

It was a good day though. Went out for lunch with my pretty mother and ‘invalid’ father (he is so playing on the fact he had an operation a week ago). Did some groceries, during which I think evil thoughts about the people around me. It clears my mind for when I get home, so my brain is happy.

Highlight of my day was definitely the gym. I pushed myself through this enormous pain barrier today, and was literally wet all over like I had just gotten out of a shower from the amount of sweat I produced. I thought I would just crumple to dust when it all dried off, surely I had sweat all my blah blah percent water out. I personally feel that a workout is not worth it if you don’t generate a sweat. It shows you are really pushing yourself and fatiguing your body. Unlike the two little teeny boppers I was sharing the girls gym with today. I don’t like to be disparaging about their efforts, any exercise is better than no exercise, but these young girls (I predict about 18/19) were both carrying quite a lot of extra weight. Not obese, but just very noticeably overweight. Obviously they were going to the gym, like me, to try and get healthier and rectify the situation. But honestly darlings. Walking on the treadmill at speed 0.5 is not going to get you anywhere. You walk faster than that to get from the treadmill to your car. I would have forgiven them if they were visibly sweating or puffing out of breath and showing obvious signs of fatigue due to being ridiculously unfit, but no. I think they were just lazy, or there to socialize with each other. Who knows. Maybe they will figure it out eventually.

In the meantime, I will continue to sweat my balls off, and leave you with a bit of craziness from my favourite gym companion.


Brain fuzz.

I am supposed to be reading articles and resources for an assignment I am about to start about the health care arguments for and against the implementation of safe injecting rooms in Australian cities. I purposefully chose this topic out of the five on offer because I found it the most interesting, but my brain just does not want to play.

I think my mind, body and soul are over studying. It has been almost five years of post-high school education now, and I am so weary of it. I have mentally moved on to working, even though I am not a nurse yet. I don’t like wishing the time away, but I can’t wait for next year to come!

I best stop procrastinating. Otherwise I will just continue to sit here picking at the lump on my nose and convincing myself that it is skin cancer and I am going to die.


Under the bed.

On Friday my mother said she wanted to take a load of stuff to the op shop. I stalled her so I could gather a pile of my own over the weekend so we don’t make two trips. So far I have found things I didn’t even know I still owned.

This afternoon’s task is under my bed. Besides copious amounts of dust and miscellaneous papers that have flown under there over the last two years, I also suspect there are several books, a country road duffel bag, a yoga mat that never gets used, and at least three boxes that I haven’t unpacked since we moved in here.

I obviously have no need for whatever delights await me in these boxes, as they have remained untouched for so long. In fact, I suspect they are the same boxes that remained unpacked and hidden in the top of my wardrobe at our last home of five years, where we attempted to unpack as little as possible as we floated in the limbo caused by local councils and their bureaucratic red tape.

It got me wondering, as things often do, about memory and emotions. I began to ponder the idea of a ’emotional underside of the bed’, where we store memories and information, that whilst not useful to us on a daily basis, at some point was of importance or significance, marking a stage of our lives, or inexplicably shaping who we are. Like my yoga mat speaks of a bygone fitness mania, and the boxes of soft toys and ornaments speak of the innocence of my childhood. I wonder how much of our emotional fluff under our emotional beds are things we could actually recall if need be, or if, based on some primitive survival of the fittest instinct, are things our brain catalogues because it creates our picture, our entity, but that we do not need to remember as though it were yesterday.

Or maybe I just think too much. Particularly when I am procrastinating about vacuuming the dust from under my bed.