Another day in paradise

I probably indulged a bit too much over the Fetsive period.

Infact I saw it as a personal challenge to consume as much alcohol and food I could over 6 weeks.

So much so, I actually contracted Mad Couch Disease

Needless to say, I succeeded in transforming myself into something of a Weeble.

I’ve been pretty fit over the last year or so but I figured I better use my time in Brisbane to return to my Keep-Fit programme.

My prefered exercise for the last couple of years has been “Bikram Yoga” or Hot Yoga as most people would know it.

I don’t know about the mediative benefits of it, but I can assure you that this is the best form of circuit class I have ever done!

90 mins of pure hell. And I love it.

I would say it is more of an exercise class as opposed to “Getting in-touch with my inner Chakras”, but the weight just drops off and you don”t feel as if you’ve been beaten up by a trainer the next day.

And the class isn’t full of nymphets in lycra, but more of a mix of people of all ages and weight.

If you ever get  a chance to go to a class. Do it. It’s amazing

Spent my first week back in Brisbane holed up in an apartment eating eggs on toast.

Apart form the obvious dietry drawbacks – it was great to be back in BrisVegas with it’s laid back lifestyle and fantastic weather

I can’t wait for the whole family to come back up when we eventually sell our Sydney home.

No mean feat in the current climate  with not much success so far.

The auction is on the 5th of March so the tension in the house for it’s viewing, keeping it clean and the juggling of times and visitors is beginning to take it’s toll

But for the time being, my dear Tee is yet again, left juggling all of this, the kids, the furniture moving and the daily challenges of life while her husband galavants around hotels having everything done for him.

Needless to say the weekends are pretty fraught when I arrive back from Brisbane and everyone gets back into the rythym of having normal family life for a couple of days, only to be thrown back into the chaos I leave behind when I get the plane at 6.00am Monday morning.

Anyway, its not for long – just another 8 weekends.

Gulp.

I’m beginning to wonder if when they pulled this pair out to there wasn’t a mix up on the ward…..