On signing up for FebFast #FebFast

Can you believe that January is almost done? That we have almost completed one month of the new year? How are you going with your resolutions and goals for this year?

One of my goals for the year was to focus more on healthy eating as I continue to exercise. Over the holidays, and well, a lot of January, I ate a lot and drank a lot. Some of the Tassie ciders were just too good. I then saw someone on my personal Facebook page sign up for FebFast. As I looked into it, I thought it would be the perfect way for me to detox from December and January and thereby start a healthy habit for the rest of the year. I couldn’t figure out whether I should give up sugar or alcohol.

In the end, I decided to give up both.


Yes my dear readers, I am going to give up all refined sugars and all forms of alcohol in February 2015. All for a good cause. The funds raised go towards helping young people with addictions.

I have given up refined sugars before and after the first week, it wasn’t too hard. Alcohol is going to be interesting though given that I do like a couple of drinks at the end of the week. I think I could just become one crazy irritable bitch by the end of the first week. But I just need to tell myself it’s for a good cause. And the benefits would also be a healthier lifestyle for me personally.

As part of FebFast, I am of course, raising funds. I would love if you could donate. You can click on My Fundraising Page to donate any amount. Amounts over $2 are tax deductible.

Additionally, you could sign up for the challenge too and decide to give up either sugar, alcohol, smoking, junk food or social media — whatever you biggest vice is, I suppose. If you do, please share your page with me so I can support you too.

Thanks in advance for any support you can offer.

Have you registered for FebFast? Or ever done anything like this before?

Have you got any tips on how to go without refined sugar and alcohol at the same time?

Do share! 

***Linking with Grace for FYBF***

Until next time,



Work woes


I have been struggling with work ever since I returned from my holidays. Around the end of 2014, I was getting cranky and irritable, more so at work. I blamed the long drive, lack of sleep, being too social, the difficult clients, the need for a break, and even workplace politics. I thought maybe, after my holidays, I’d be more relaxed.

And I was.

Until my first day back at work and I didn’t want to be there.

Yes I was relaxed. Yes I had a wonderful holiday. Yes I caught up on sleep. But work just seemed to bring me down.

There is still a lot of politics at work. Stuff I can’t talk about in detail obviously. It’s still quite negative at work. There are some people who are passive aggressive. There are others who are too entitled. While the clients continue to be difficult, they would be easier to manage if the work environment was a lot more upbeat. Finally, the thing that is almost pushing me over the edge is that one of my closest mates at work will be resigning and leaving in March. And without him — without his openness and straightforwardness — I will be left with no one to experience even that little bit of positivity in this place. Don’t get me wrong. I do have a couple of other colleagues I get along well with. But they are also bogged down by the negativity that it becomes harder to get out of it.

I know now for sure, my lack of motivation and drop of energy at work has nothing to do with poor sleep or tiredness. I have been getting proper sleep, am well rested from my holidays and have a lot of energy to wake up at 5 every morning to hit the gym and energy post-work. It’s only when I’m at work that I’m in a funk. With the itch to want to leave pretty much as soon as I get there.

I hate that. Because I want to be there for my clients. I want to help them. And I don’t want any of my negativity to seep through in my sessions.

I’m kinda at a crossroads at the moment. I know I thought I’d ride it out this year but the year seems way too long! I know I should be grateful to have a full time job that is permanent. And I am. Yet, I am not happy here. I know I could look for more jobs in the field but there are not many going in the areas I want at the moment. I know I should possibly just suck it up and get on with it.

I know I have to do something about my mindset — about work and about the time to travel to it. Ironically, even though I’m a psychologist and should know the answers to these, I feel completely at loss.

I just want a place where I’ll be happier doing what I do.

How do you deal with workplace politics and so much negativity?

Do share your tips with me!

photo credit: Victoria Nevland via photopin cc

Until next time,



The house in the woods


I wandered through the woods
No warnings did I heed
I came across a house
That fulfilled some inner need

A house built of chocolate
Of bread and sweets galore
I had to know who lived there
So I knocked on the door

A pointy-nosed woman
Peered through a crack
‘Excuse me, please’, said I
‘I think I’m off the track’

She opened the door wider
And eyed me from head to toe
She was a bony bumpy woman
With a hunch that stooped her low

She smiled a crooked smile
And was missing teeth a-few
‘Come inside dearie’, she croaked
‘And I’ll show you the route.’

The inside was sweeter than I’d thought
With walls of chocolate honeycomb
The curtains made of lollies
And candy crunch on the floor

She noticed my fascination
While she seated me on a chair of cake
‘Can I get you something to eat?
Something sweet or freshly baked?’

I nodded as I wanted both
And explored while she left
That’s when I bumped into a girl
She told me her name was Gretel

She said she was being held captive
Her brother was in a cage
The bony bumpy woman of the house
Was fattening him up for the next stage

I heard the woman come back
With my goodies to gorge
I figured she wanted to fatten me up
But I had no self-control

I ate and I ate, yet wanted more
She smiled and let me eat
By the end of the night
I wasn’t satisfied and needed more sweet

She looked a bit troubled
As I filled out the room
Taking up space from wall to wall
And feet kicking out the window

I didn’t know how to stop
As I grew by the minute
That’s when I finally knew
The woman wasn’t going to win this

I swallowed my last peanut butter cup
And heard a quiet little pop
As I burst into a thousand chocolate pieces
The house too crumbled and wouldn’t stop

If you wander through the woods some day
No house of sweets will you see
The wicked witch thought it was hers
But in the end, it belonged to me

(c) Sanch – Living my Imperfect Life


photo credit: Eva the Weaver via photopin cc

Until next time,



Rosie Batty – Australian of the year

Image Source: SMH

In a bittersweet moment yesterday, Rosie Batty was named Australian of the year for campaigning against family violence. To those not in the know, Ms Batty’s son Luke was murdered a year ago by his biological father. Since Luke’s death, Ms Batty has spoken up about domestic violence and the need for a cultural change. She has been immensely courageous to find her voice in the wake of her personal tragedy.

Domestic violence is rife even in 2015. Yet, not everyone speaks about it. Not everyone knows about it. These are stats that you should know:

One in three women experiences violence at the hand of someone they know.

On average, one woman is killed every week by an intimate partner.

One in four children has been exposed to domestic violence. 

These statistics are real. And they are scary. Yet, there aren’t enough services to support women and children in a violent environment. It seems hypocritical for the prime minister to present Ms Batty with this award while at the same time cutting funding to women’s refuges in the last 12 months. Yes, in spite of knowing that one in three women experiences violence at the hands of someone they know, there still isn’t enough being done to help them.

Hopefully, with Rosie Batty’s help, our governments will be able to see some sense and actually do something around domestic violence. Hopefully, they will begin to take it more seriously. Sadly, the deaths are far too many. And an AVO is just not going to cut it.

People need to realise that domestic violence is not just about physical violence. It is emotional, psychological, and sexual. We may see the physical scars but we are not always aware of the psychological ones. Sadly, these are the women who need others to speak out for them more than ever. These are the women who need to be given hope.

If you know a friend, family member or neighbour in a violent relationship, do something. Say something. Don’t just remain silent. Sure, it might happen behind closed doors but you are still a human being. And I think as human beings, we need to look out for other human beings. Plain and simple.

We all need to talk about domestic violence.

We all need to stand up against it.

Rosie Batty has started the conversation. Let’s continue it.

Until next time,


Travel Tales: Bright

Our final stop on our holidays was Bright in the alpine region of Victoria. This of course, was after a week spent hiking the Overland Track, three days in Hobart and then a couple of days in Foster and one in Mallacoota. We drove for about six hours to Bright stopping at Lakes Entrance, Omeo and then through a foggy alpine region and Mount Hotham for some sustenance and photos. We got to Bright in the afternoon and checked into the motel which was right in the middle of the town. G suggested driving up to Mount Buffalo but I declined, wanting instead to explore the town. JC ended up doing the same and we felt a bit guilty for not accompanying G.

Flowers in Omeo
enroute to bright
The alpine area en route to Bright

I checked out some of the shops before I made my way to Bright Brewery where JC was. It was such a great atmosphere. At the back of the brewery, right in the middle of the town, was this huge swimming area filled with kids and families. It looked like a lot of fun! And then, at the brewery itself, we listened to some live music while trying out some of their ciders and ales. After a couple of drinks, we figured we were better off having something to eat but to still wait for G for dinner.

As we headed to the local Woolies, we got side-tracked by some more live music! This time, it was at a wine bar. We got ourselves a cheese platter to enjoy the music and politely declined the free wine tasting. Yes, we actually said no to alcohol! Probably because for me at least, the two pale ales had already made me far too relaxed! Once G joined us an hour later, we headed back to the Brewery for some more ‘brew’ and food.

Later, we grabbed an ice cream and walked around the entire town to walk off the food! I fell in love with Bright. It truly ‘bright’ened up my spirits and it was a shame we were only there for one night. It was as good as Hobart for me. Funnily enough, this was the only place I forgot to take pictures with my proper camera and instead just took in the moments and a few photos with my phone! Go figure. I think I was caught up in the moment that the thought of using my proper camera just slipped my mind.

Out and about in Bright
Out and about in Bright

The next day, we left pretty early {around 7ish} to make our way back to Sydney. After a few stops along the way, I got back around 4 p.m. While I had a great time being away, it was good to be home again!

Hope you’ve enjoyed my travels this summer. My next trip away will most likely be around June-July to Canada. I’m looking forward to that!

***Linking with Malinda for her Wanderlust Link Party***

Until next time,