So as I sit here on the 3rd day of January 2018, I’ve been thinking about what lies a head in the year 2018 and how to get there. 2017 was a year of many things, awesome things, great travel, my freediving course, a new job. But it was also a year of not achieving many things I had hoped for health wise. I lost the weight I wanted to lose early in 2017 then I put that on and some more, I failed to get into a healthy training routine, I drank too much on occasions and felt the guilt and remorse afterwards, but yet, did this again (and again). I’m finding myself clearing out clothes from the latest shop-a-thon and wondering why I keep buying these things on the spur of the moment that don’t align with my values.
I have not been too hard on myself while watching this pattern, as I have had bigger fish to fry for most of this year. But 2018 is the year of no excuses, and that is why my word is for the year ahead is “intention”. Goals are achieved not through hopes but through deliberate, intentional actions, maybe even small ones to start at that add up into bigger firecrackers of achievements. Instead of letting it all wash over me, when it comes to food, or alcohol, or shopping is to ask myself what is my intention from this choice for me and my body, how will I feel later on? Does what choice I make in this moment fit with my overall intention or purpose? Too often I get caught up in a whirlwind in the moment without thinking about the aftermath.
It’s going to be a learning process I think. In light of this I’ve decided to make the first six months of 2018 alcohol free. I’ve done three months before but I think a longer stint is needed to change my relationship with alcohol and live with intention. The next area I want to focus on is the reduction of animal products from my diet and an overall health boost. I’m veggie and I have pretty much stopped eating fish, but the next part is moving forward to get rid of eggs and dairy. If it is for ethical and environmental reasons then hanging on to eating dairy has no purpose for me, again nor is it in alignment with my values. I know too much now that I can’t turn a blind eye and enjoy it anymore.
In making more intentions each day, there’s some goals I want to reach and many things I will gain from these choices, which seem like giving things up but what I will gain is much more and this I know. I’ll have more time to spend with loved ones, more money, a clear head to work on my Hotels With Cats goals and achieve good health and wellbeing.
What are your goals or your word for 2018?
Swear. Word. Alert.
I was watching this talk the other day on Tedx. The talk is by Sarah Knight about The Magic of Not Giving A Fuck. (I now need to read the book.) Knight defines your fucks as “time, energy and money”. We only have so much to give, and so she says to make a “fuck budget”. Anything she says that is not a “hell yeah” we should not be putting our mind, time or energy into as eventually, depletion of this time will leave us ending up feeling anxious and desperate.
I did this exercise and my fuck budget after looking at my money, time and energy is limited. I go to work. I travel an hour each way. I have two blogs to keep going and one to really get going, (and I really give a fuck about that!) I give a fuck about spending time with my husband and my family. I give a fuck about fitting in my walks and my barre classes so I don’t lose my shit. That doesn’t leave much time throughout the week to give my fucks anywhere else. In fact, I probably only have one precious fuck left to see a friend or do something outside of the sphere. (And this is when I am not doing Cantoo!) Continue Reading…
My freedive master course officially started on Monday and mother nature has had other plans. One thing you learn very fast with this sport is not to push. Ever. After a three-day warm up with one of the Apneista instructors, Anna, I was super happy doing easy dives to 23m by Friday afternoon. No ear problems. I felt super relaxed. Did some fun diving with Dad on the weekend to Tulumben wreck before he left which was sooo beautiful. So many strange fishies! Monday brought the rain, and the rubbish to the water. And the current was so strong when we hit the water on Monday afternoon. We started our dive and did some 15m warm ups, which were more diagonal than anything else, and then the jelly fish came. Me and another guy left the water straight away, because I come out in hives from those things.
Tuesday I woke up bright as a bee and eager to dive but with much pain and water in my left ear. Continue Reading…
A little lazy vlog on my weight loss journey, or non journey as it is right now.
Happy Long Weekend 🙂 Ashleigh
I was blogging and vlogging about my weight loss journey and going pretty darn well. I rounded up in February with 75.3kg with an almost 8kg loss. I was aiming for a happy 70kg (67 being my ‘thin weight’ and 73 being my ‘average’. Then I had the meltdown of February, combined with The Ginger Hunk’s 40th, work stress, Melbourne trips and boozetown. And so it has been a month since I stepped on the scales. And I’m scared. Back to that negative thinking of gasping aloud, aligning my weight with my sense of self. And it wasn’t meant to be like that, but it’s what weighing myself every day for three months and messaging a group of strangers my weight did to my brain.
Oh and also not eating any carbs. Which made me a bit cray, because you do need them to think. So now, I’m going back to basics and wellness while keeping some of the tricks I learnt whilst losing weight. I’m sure my month of being waylaid didn’t ruin everything. I’ve still been training, walking and hitting the barre classes and pilates. I’m feeling my core switch on like it never has before and can finally get into my skinny jeans again. But at the same time, I’ve been hitting the 3pm chocolates a little hard. Continue Reading…
At the moment I’m into de-cluttering and minimalism. As you know, I did the Marie Kondo method last year. Basically her method is that you hold onto things that bring you joy, and get rid of everything else. We threw out heaps of shit! It was amazing. I let go of a lot of stuff, boxes of memories, clothing and photographs. My memories are now in a teeny box with some special items like books that I want to give to my niece and nephew when they get older. I can now see all the clothes in my wardrobe rather than having summer and winter items everywhere. (And in 12 months I’m pleased to say that I haven’t looked for anything I have thrown out.)
This year, I decided to take it up a notch. We really want to travel more, to make more space, to fill our apartment with light and art so we can have more avenues to do the things we love like cooking, photography and writing. So I’ve signed up to Joshua Becker’s uncluttered course. Over 12 weeks we are going through the rooms in our house one by one and de cluttering.
One of the concepts that I’ve loved about the course, is that I have learnt that we tend to hang onto things that reflect our “wannabe selves”, rather than cherishing who we are and owning things that reflect what phase we are in our lives right now. Let’s now face where my life is at these days. I don’t go out anymore, except to the pub for a low-key night. I don’t go out to fancy parties. (If I do I have one or two dresses that I love.) I spend my time training, yoga-ing, walking and writing. My holidays are the active kind, freediving, hiking or adventuring rather than sit-in-a-bar-all-glammed-up. Yet I have found myself buying things recently that reflect this ‘wannabe me” that I actually am not. Here are some things that I have found in my sorting!
Exhibit A – Crystal Cuff
= Person that goes to fancy events
What the fuck possessed me to buy this Crystal Cuff I have no idea. It cost $100. Never worn it. Ever. When would I wear this and why? Whhyyyyyyyyyy? Wheeerreeee? It’s even too much bling for a wedding. Maybe a black tie. But when have I been to a black tie wedding? Never, said I. Continue Reading…