Each day, from April 2015 through to May, 2016.
Each day, from April 2015 through to May, 2016.
This makes me SO happy.
This is making its rounds around Facebook at the moment, but boy is it inspirational and so very true. Well worth sharing with you here if you haven’t seen it yet.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles roll
ed into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous ‘yes.’
The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..
‘Now,’ said the professor as the laughter subsided, ‘I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things—-your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions—-and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else—-the small stuff.
‘If you put the sand into the jar first,’ he continued, ‘there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.
If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.
Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.
Take care of the golf balls first—-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, ‘I’m glad you asked.’ The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
I am working late on a major piece of work that’s been a lot of my life for the past 6-8 moths in Sydney next week, so I figured I might as well put on some lipstick and feel a little pretty sitting a the key board, alone at midnight.
In fact my working environment it’s almost perfect – vanilla candle smells fill the room and I have three months of Bold and the Beautiful to watch. Yep, this is what it’s like when you’re 47. I have actually been so busy that I have eaten half of what I should have, but I’m just not hungry at all. I skipped breakfast and had 3 rice cakes with tomato for dinner a long with around 3 mangos. I have this love of eating frozen mango straight our of the pack in the freezer. It could be worse.
Not only that, I have not had any alcohol for 4 weeks and 1 day. That is a massive achievement for me given a lot of business is done over lunch, dinner or drinks after work.
More importantly, will Katie listen to Taylor? I mean really, so many questions unanswered…
Yep. That’s right. 9.5 kilograms down. That’s what my scales told me this morning. Good job Hall.
One thing I’ve noticed that I wanted to share. I’m not that afraid (well just a little) to put myself back into photos as I drop weight. Even a selfie and this was one take – usually I have to take 20 to get one I am happy with. Mind you it does have an Instagram filter, but I’m getting there.
Some days, when you’re on this eating regime (see how I didn’t call it a diet), you feel alone. All alone, but supported at the same time. This photo I took reminded me of how I am feeling today.
I am down about 6kgs on and off and that is really good, but I expect way too much of myself. I need to take the time. Enjoy. Read. Recover and rediscover the love I have for my body and all it gives me every day.
I don’t know how many times on this blog I have said the words “it’s finally time. I am taking responsibility for my health and happiness”. Well my friends I am going to say it again.
I’ve had quite a hard time of it lately. I was not looking after my health, I was drinking way too much, I was eating about three times the average amount of food a normal person should eat, sometimes secretly. All of this ended up with me gaining not only weight but also questioning who I want to be for the rest of my life.
On July 11th this month I turned 47. Now I’m not big on the age thing. It is what it is, but this time I could actually notice myself aging. I could see my skin getting that little bit thinner and dry. My period, which was as reliable as Big Ben, was now all over the place, sometimes not coming for months at a time. Gravity was beginning to really come calling and I was feeling VERY sorry for myself.
Knowing that I hadn’t had proper ‘get on a plane with a passport vacation’ for years, my oldest and dearest friend talked me into going to Phuket to a luxurious villa. Needless to say from the picture above it was amazing.
Unfortunately the second night I fell over and badly sprained my ankle leaving it incredibly difficult to walk for the rest of the holiday. For me this was a real wake up call. If I don’t start doing something about my health, my weight and my work/life balance the rest of my life is not going to get any better. If anything, worse.
Our private infinity pool.
We talked a lot on that vacation about health and our lives and where we wanted to be. He had a good friend who passed away some years ago now. She tried for years and years to give up smoking but couldn’t. During her career she worked incredibly hard for all they had. She was the hardest of workers. It came to her one day, a little too late, that if she is such a hard worker, then giving up smoking is just hard work and I know I can do that.
Now I am sure I‘m not doing this story any justice but it rang true with me. I work bloody hard, so this is just another something I need to work hard at, and to me it makes total sense. I have worked hard all my life in my career; surely I can work hard at something that is going to keep me alive and feeling good.
Yes, it does sound way too easy but it’s put my head into a totally different space and that’s a good thing. So here I go.
But, just a little bit differently this time.