Deb xox

Hi.

Welcome to my new-ish blog.
I write about a mish-mash of things, whatever takes my fancy, when it takes my fancy. I am working on consistency though… 2022 is my year, right!

I don’t think I’m anyone special, I do love a good story though.
I firmly believe we all have various chapters in our lives that we progress through. We can’t skip pages, each one we turn reveals something new.

I just want to share some of my story without being a slave to providing content or trying to influence anyone about anything.
My opinions are my own and this is my experience, nothing more.

I try to read a lot, usually have music in the background, and I’ll break into spontaneous dance if the song is a good one.

I practice what I preach: kindness and coming from a place of love. I’m a gentle soul for the most part, working on self love, healing, and growth.

I’ve removed a lot of content from over the years giving the website a refresh, keeping things relevant, and building upon new knowledge and experiences

I hope you’ll stay for a bit and enjoy reading me.

Thank you.

Five Weeks of Lazy

Five Weeks of Lazy

Deb xox
Fitness Health & Wellness

I must confess I'm quietly shitting myself. I've had five weeks break from poling, from fitness, from any activity that could potentially give me a bit of a sweaty sheen to my skin. 

Yep five weeks of complete lethargy, and it's been totally by choice. 

I've loved it but the time has ended and tonight I return to the pole world. Tonight I have two, one hour classes back to back. 

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Tonight, well basically tonight my expectation is I will die.

Okay, okay, I'm going for the dramatic here... maybe not die but I will feel like death I'm sure. 

And it's all my own doing so I don't expect any sympathy what so ever, but if you do offer me some I will grab that on to it and cling desperately for dear life.

For five weeks I've been a gluttonous sloth, and I've loved it. 

I've eaten whatever the hell I wanted whenever I've wanted. I have over indulged, I have enjoyed Christmas and New Year. I've celebrated with family and friends. I've sat in front of the television binge watching Supernatural. It's been wonderful, but now the reckoning happens, now I pay the price.

And it's no surprise, it is what it is, and I am okay with it. I have a long year with lots of hard work ahead of me: physically, nutritionally, intellectually, emotionally. 

Bring it, it's going to be brilliant!

But tonight, that first night back at training, the reality check at just how far I've let myself go... it's going to hurt so bad.

The next day it will hurt a bit more, because the second day is always a bitch, and then it will lessen. Day by day after that it will lessen until eventually I return to the constant state of having a dull ache somewhere, a niggle here, a bruise there. Those things bring their own rewards though. They signify strength returning and increasing, flexibility unfolding, new skills being mastered, and old ones refined.

So bring it, listen to me bitch and moan, laugh as I suffer, and then join me as we kick some serious pole goals in 2016.

Yeah baby!

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Revealing Your Belly

Revealing Your Belly
Frustration at Not Progressing

Frustration at Not Progressing