It’s been ten (10) days now of my smoothie blast-a-ton. Or something to that effect, truly it’s been a wretched period, with little to no breakouts on my face, just the random  show-casers who feel the need to be seen, when clearly they were supposed to be hidden; hence the action .

But, it’s all good , happy reporting that I feel less bloatish (yes that’s my word) and somewhat weightless. Is this what I really want to say right now? I feel light, extremely so. Morning routine/ day routine

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1 8oz cup of turmeric tea a bit on the warm side

2 Eggs scrambled, or sunny side up/ cranberry pancakes  with English breakfast tea

1 glass of water (really an effort here, no kidding :))

8oz pasta or rice with peas, maybe some veggies depending and cucumber salad

more water, with much effort

1 cup ginger tea

5 crix  that’s a biscuit  or a slice of my special bread

more water

oats with milk chocolate

8oz cup of turmeric tea still on the warm side

Now after a full day I am left with a desire to get fit, and a desire to eat, and to my way of thinking I choose to eat, as sooner than later… with the right frame of mind I can overcome everything else, and still be healthy  .





Yesterday I was thoroughly drained, exhausted and in badly need of fluids, so dehydrated I more or less felt really bombed out. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe I picked up a bug. Having to shake this very listless feeling is tiring indeed!
So much to get done and so little time in which to do these tasks. I need a booster! Lately I’ve been having berry smoothies, with a hint of vegetables thrown in for good measure, and I’m starting to see a difference in my skin’s texture. Mostly it’s been clear ……for the minor dark marks here and there, (total age killers, I might add)


Recently, though I had a massive breakout session with the lurkers. And then reality set in to further test my resolve; what you put in your body is what you look like on the outside!

My consciousness has perfect skin, though he may think otherwise….. Tight, poreless, ever flushed, and I have never, not once seen him dripping in sweat. Then again he’s a fitness guru, and being in the zone you tend to mimic the other.
So, I’m starting over , changing the course as they say, improvement is on the way. And at the same time, living the good life!
Till you hear from me……….




“The Paradoxical Commandments

People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.

If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.

If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.

The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.

Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.

The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.

People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.

What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.

People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.

Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.”
Kent M. Keith, The Silent Revolution: Dynamic Leadership in the Student Council


Have you ever wondered why we say the things we do ?

He : I love you..

She: Why do you always say it like its the answer for everything, like it’d fix things!

He: Why do you always have to be so angry?

She: You never listen ! Its too much just being in the same room with you!! I’m trying to explain something to you, and all you can think of ….is sex!

He: We never see each other anymore, don’t you know I love you

She: You were the one who decided this, we are not living on mars, if you wanted to see me you could’ve made the effort, this was so last century!! don’t you get that I’m tired of this circus we have , its no longer fun. If you loved me like you say , you would make the time, make an effort dammit!!

He: I told you about my work! I’m very busy!

She: Bullshit! you’re full of crap I think you’re making excuses and I am done!!.

What can one think of the circumstances that led to the above scene? I am curious to accumulate some feedback and your help would be greatly appreciated. So why not let me know your thoughts in the comments below;




“Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
Rob Siltanen




I have begun to have second and thirds thoughts about this

           Am I doing the right thing

                  should I venture, or catapult

                           take the easy way or the hard way


Making it easier is not helping, the pressure is building…..

         I have to get there on my own,

            Or what would have been  the point of it all in the first place?


Nothing being said and done now will be totally useless;

        the ball was dropped and shit happened, on another note though,

             the clouds do have an answer, being so far away.


Try as I may it’s a long way off, but I have a plan or two;

           I didn’t get here by guessing and fumbling my way through this life,

                 the journey was planned, the ground-work layered from inception 

                   So am I worried? Never!  Am I going to do this? Hell yes! 

                           And no one is  stopping me …….



Dark, deep, dense, dreary 
flowing steadily,  on and on a
constant, reminder slowly forever.
On on on on 
Angry, angst,  abhor, amid
subsiding , calming who knew it could be like this
drifting away, I hope It stays away never to return.
Maybe, just maybe.
Vivid, vigorous,vital,vibrant
Finally! some progress getting ahead
moving faster , clearly in a better place , to do more
laughing loudly, pleased as punch
Interesting, ignorant, irritating, infatuated
Standing alone causes stagnantly; deflates closure
together forges a bond inseparable as only we can do.
Ingenious is what I am thinking of , how far can I ,we go



“Do the things that interest you and do them with all your heart. 

Don’t be concerned about whether people are watching you or criticizing you. 

The chances are that they aren’t paying any attention to you. 

It’s your attention to yourself that is so stultifying.

 But you have to disregard yourself as completely as possible.

 If you fail the first time then you’ll just have to try harder the second time.

 After all, there’s no real reason why you should fail. 

Just stop thinking about yourself.” 

― Eleanor RooseveltYou Learn by Living: Eleven Keys for a More Fulfilling Life


Until the dusk clears, the skies recede, and life no longer resembles the entity it once was.

   I shall be the ball, that keeps on rolling, at times stop due to being stuck in a very shallow ditch. Only for a time no doubt, no fears, no worries, not a single care; one might say.
    still, here it is , constant, an ever-present being the solid of this relationship.
Thinking , always thinking, motions swirling round and round; 
my mind doubling, multiplying.
Maybe  I know and then again I don’t….
do you think anyone ever cares? The question always surprising….
Yes! I think they do!
Or they would not be around.
Surrounding me with words, looks, impressions of thinly veiled contempt
with a mere hint of derision. Still I care…..
Laughter, more laughter my spirits awakens, 
from somewhere deep inside me. Like being weightless, floating under water, my passion,
Submerge and yet so peaceful. It’s like flying at a very deliberate pace; that I see myself and 
think, wow!! It’s really me. 
Like looking in the mirror, but for some strange reason the image looking back at me is not me. Then again it is me , or is it? I’m confused, well maybe not.
It’s who I aspire to be, the person begging to be let out, to invoke a sense of panic, frantic even, but panic all the same.
“Hi” i say to  the reflection, “how are you today”
and the images smiles back. Turning away I feel a sense of lightness
a sort of calm swaying motion, yet I keep on  smiling.
For I am at peace. For now, for today.
I am at peace.