"change is inevitable, except from a vending machine..."
Especially the bit where I go around making frenzied declarations about getting into shape.
I've heard that there is a trade-off of sorts between one's figure and state of relationship. Seeing that the latter is all rosy & radiant, I have put on a whopping 6kgs in the past year *insert hair pulling and wailing here* That's 500 grams or equivalently, a bag of peanuts that I'm attaching to my waist each month.
Aghh.
It is rather comforting though that lovely girlpal, cher, warned yours truly that any more weight lost and I'll be "…as skinny as Lara Flynn Boyle but with a bigger head"
(because girlfriends always stick to the rule of things-you-must-say-to-a-fellow-sister)
Moving on, Melbourne plans are well underway. We're planning a short trip in April in time for the Melbourne Comedy Festival and the footy so that's something to look forward to. I think it's starting to hit me that the big move is actually happening.
'It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power'



















