15. January 2016 by swissfitchick
While I was roasting myself at the pool last Wednesday, I realized that it has been exact 15 years since my Dad passed away. 2001 that is and it was hard to believe how much happened in all these years without him. 2001 was a challenge to say the least. Dad died, a month later I was at the hospital again, fighting for Momma’s life, no job and my boyfriend just broke up with me. It was the first time in my life I had troubles sleeping. I didn’t want to fall asleep, cause waking up and realising that all that shit was not a dream but real life, sucked big time.
Anyway, let’s talk about funnier things.
About that I will be going to New Zealand with this Beauty.
You know I love spontaneous adventures, so when she said she’d travel to NZ beginning of February for 10 days, I invited myself in my humbly and preconceived way to join her. Since there is no plan back home, I just keep on extending the plans here…..seems legit. Never turn down a fun adventure. Or cake and bubbles. I like cake and bubbles. A lot.
I am an official member of Uber now. I had not the vaguest notion of what I was doing the first time, of course I almost requested an Uber at 6am in my PJ’s when fiddling around with the app. Anyway, it’s fantastic. These guys show up within 10 seconds while I am still glued with my nose against the mirror, cursing over my mascara. It tells you on the app what car it is – which is a no point, cause I am clueless about cars. There is also a photo of the driver and still – when the car arrives, I yell at him ‚UBER?!’ just to get an irritated smile from the guy. However, on Wednesday night, I got a lift from Muhammad and not only that, he also graced ma face with a 15 minutes sermon about life and that I am way too old to be single, so I need to hurry up and find a man, marriage and children. I figured it would be smarter if I just agree with everything he says, so by the end oft he ride he was so fascinated about my oblivious and simple nature, that he gave me five stars. I am a fantastic actor, that I know now.
Remember last year when I was traveling and wrote about how I stay healthy during all these weeks? I find, that every time when I am traveling, I manage to listen to my body better than ever. First, there is no stress-eating, cause clearly I am not stressed – except the moment when I have to cross the street here in Sydney and never know which side the cars are coming from. This left side driving thing drives me nuts. So I pretend to be blinkered, and send a speed prayer for making it across the street without being hit.
Ignore me, I digress. Back to the point – Food? Hellyeah. So no stress-eating, plus days are so spontaneous here, I can not possibly stick to a plan – no fun anyway. So, I choose everything healthy, try not to overeat and wait until I am hungry. It works – and I can see that this is the way I am going to continue. I am so sick of counting macros, tracking food and stuffing my face with carbs even if I’m not hungry, just for the sake of the plan. This panic, to not get enough food in, that maybe my muscles could shrink, or I might not going to make it through a workout – an assload of hassle which isn’t needed if we can interpret the signals of our bodies correctly. Which clearly is one of the heaviest parts after 20 years of being obsessed about food and plans.
And as it happens, I had my first (my FIRST) drink only yesterday here in Sydney (That’s 12 days without booze. WHO am I.) – not planned, just happened. Ok, ‘a drink’ is a lie – I was filled to the brim with organic white wine and some champagne. So I may or may not be a tad hung over today, which paid off, cause it was such a fun night. #passmethetylenol
But so – no plan means not too much thoughts about food, which is my last major goal in my recovery – and it seems so near now.
Head over for more random fun at Amanda’s Thinking Out Loud today!