At 6am tomorrow, I was supposed to go back to the boot camp that I used to know and love, after having two years off. To celebrate, yesterday I bought a new pair of Nike tights and a shiny new Nutribullet 900 (green smoothies, I’ve missed you). Today, I found out the whole thing was shut down a week ago.
I’m feeling pretty bummed. Not just because a company/brand that I have spruiked and defended for years on end has shut down the boot camp and cancelled my membership without telling me (long story), but because now I’ve realised that if I’m going to get serious about this getting back to being my healthy, productive, early-bird former self, I’ll have to find a new gym or training group (I’m not the home workout, self-motivating type). After some convincing from the local club’s owner, I’ve just signed up for a trial at F45 Training so it’s safe to say I probably won’t be able to walk next week, and I’m terrified.
But at the same time as it terrifies me, it’s also a little bit liberating. Because I’ll be walking in as a complete newbie, rather than going back to my old stomping ground where people remember me as one of the fittest. It’s forced me to realise that I’m currently unfit, on my way to being fit. And not this Formerly Fit bullshit I’ve been telling myself.
Wondering wtf I’m talking about? I’ve been a Formerly Fit Girl for two years now. A Formerly Fit Girl (I’m making this definition up as I go, so bear with me) is someone who used to be in fantastic shape, and isn’t anymore – but doesn’t hesitate to remind people that she “used to be really fit.”
I love the Olympics. The Parade of Nations, the pride on the face of the person chosen to light the olympic cauldron, Australia winning at things, young athletes crying tears of joy on the podium, and almost the entire world interested in the same thing at the same time – if you don’t get the warm and fuzzies from at least one of these things, you haven’t been watching long enough.
Sure, not everything has gone 100% smoothly and there have been scandals over everything from doping to mosquitoes, but together the Olympic and Paralympic values are Friendship, Respect, Excellence, Determination, Inspiration, Courage and Equality – making it totally #TrustInHumanityTuesday-worthy.
Here are six different reasons to get inspired and think “holy shit humans are awesome,” courtesy of the Rio 2016 Olympic Games.
This time last week, I jumped in a car with four friends and drove an hour north after work to spend four hours walking around barely lit parks in suburbs I used to feel unsafe in during the day – and it’s all because of Pokemon Go.
Pokemon finally made it to smartphones in Australia, New Zealand and the US on July 6. As a member of the prime Pokemon generation (aged between 6-13 in the Golden era of gameboys, Ash, Misty and Brock) this was the moment we’ve been waiting for since our first Nokia, and I’ve never been so glued to my screen as I was in that first week.
You’d think that was a bad thing (especially considering last year’s resolution) but the game has left me pleasantly surprised – apart from a few dickheads, it’s really bringing out the best in people. Even if we’re all over completely it in a week (very likely), I feel like this is a bit of a turning point and we’ll be knowing our neighbours in no time.
Wondering what the heck I’m on about? Here are the five things I totally didn’t expect from Pokemon Go that are making the world a better place (and please note – I don’t condone the moronic habit of playing it in the middle of busy footpaths).
Ever since I was around 12-13 years old and my mum brought home the 7 Habits Of Highly Effective Teens, I’ve been varying degrees of obsessed with self development and books which encourage it – who doesn’t want to be a super happy kick ass efficiency ninja with an awesome bucket list?
While I’ve taken bits and pieces from some of these books (and others are still sitting on my shelf or in my Kindle as a symbol of my good intentions – I’m looking at you, grown up, original 7 Habits Of Highly Effective People) every now and then you stumble on one that is just one lightbulb moment after another.
Below are 5 of my favourite books, ever. Some are specifically self development books, others just came along at the right time. They’ve changed my life in one way or another, and have all played a big part in the loose philosophy that kinda guides this blog.
Read on and reach your efficient, bucket list ninja best, and let me know about your favourites!
I’ve been at my new job for nearly two months now, and life has definitely slowed right down. I’ve actually managed to chill, and spend time on the low-key things I enjoy – blogging, reading, playing video games.
So now more than ever, I’m making an effort to mix things up – because holy wow I’ve learned to relax and isn’t it amazing? If I don’t get out and about I might become one with my couch and cat (joking – Scout doesn’t like me that much).
If there’s one thing that will throw a spanner in the works it’s doing, eating, or trying something brand new – no matter how small. I’ve said it before – if you feel like your life has gotten a bit same old, same old, doing something for the first time can be the difference between routine and rut that will stop your brain turning to mush.
Here are a few things I’ve done for the first time in the last two weeks:
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Today, like so many other people, I’m bursting with anger and sadness.
For what was allowed to happen in Orlando, and for the recent tragedies in Syria and Istanbul. A lot of terrible things have gone on, and I think that this Tuesday more than most, we all need a little more Trust In Humanity.
I’m not going to pretend that focussing on the nice stuff will make all the bad go away – it’s going to take a lot more than a case of the warm and fuzzies to fix all this – but it’s still important to remember that there is still so, so much good and in the words of John Oliver: “that terrorist dipshit is vastly outnumbered.”
So for this Trust In Humanity Tuesday I’m throwing it back to Friday, when I attended Brisbane’s LUMINOUS Lantern Parade and thousands of people turned up for a lovely evening to welcome Queensland’s newest arrivals and celebrate our diversity – check out the photos below.
A little over three years ago, I went tandem skydiving. A sign on the wall said “WARNING: skydiving is a high risk activity which may result in loss of job, spouse, sobriety, virginity, vast amounts of money… and oh yeah, you can die.”
Brandon, my brother and I all went together, and we all swore we’d go back to get ourselves on our way to an A license. And then we never went back. Largely because a) it’s expensive (worth it, but not really an every week or month activity for most of us) and b) you can die. The sign is pretty spot on.
But luckily, there are geniuses out there who decided to put epic wind machines indoors and give you the chance to play on air in total safety at a fraction of the cost.
Although I’m all about creating memories, having great experiences and just generally wanting to live without thinking “I should have done that,” there’s one stage of my life that is full of regrets – my time at university.
It’s not that I did badly or that anything went wrong – I graduated from The University of Queensland (apparently one of the world’s top 50 schools) with a decent GPA and walked straight into full time employment – but that I didn’t make the most of it. People were always telling me “you’re going to miss uni!” or “enjoy it, they’re the best years of your life” but neither has proved true.
I had the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am of university careers: I was in and out with my bachelors degree in hand within three years, and didn’t spend any more time on campus than necessary. In fact, by the end of third year I barely went to class, even though I was lucky enough to go to one of the biggest and arguably the prettiest campus in Australia.
With that said, here are the six things I most regret about my time at uni – I hope some future or present students read this and learn!