Bambi V2

I felt as if I was in an altered version of Bambi this afternoon with some added cattitude. A herd of deer grazed in the buttercup field as I danced. Their little white tails bobbing and swishing. They walked then galloped across the paddock like school children running across the playground behind their teacher. One brave doe lead the way. The male took the rear then realised he was being left behind so had to warm his hooves up to catch up.

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Day 19 - Finding my Posture

Day 19 - Sat down to start writing and a favourite song came on and I got a second wind. Woo! Quite exhausted now. In a good way. I feel like fat is shedding faster these days and tone is coming around my chest, ribs and shoulders. I’m becoming leaner up there.

Each day my posture aligns a little more and my body basks in new strength. The dance gives me vigour. My body is calling out for it - I do more dance - I get more aligned - I feel more power. Dance is making me stand up straighter. Stand up higher. Dance is giving me balance. This physical change is unreal after so many years of unhealthy suffering.

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Thank you Buzz for you ideas on punctuation. I will bear them in mind. No I don’t think we should put any more rude words about your brother in here. Yes I know he bit your bottom this morning and I’m sorry about that.

There’s something about cat’s ears that make them lush to kiss. They’re soft and springy, smell of sweet and comfort, have extra fluffy tufts where the ear meets the fur and my lips feel happy and nourished. Buzz seems to enjoy it too so I need no more encouragement than that.

After reading this article about high heels I thought about my own love for them as a kid, trying mum’s on when I could. I felt cool. And high. Then as an adult, I realised my feet (and body) didn’t like them. Have you ever tried walking in flip flop high heels? I have. Impossible.

Day 18 - I look in the mirror now and see health. I look in the mirror now and see strength. I look in the mirror now and see a sassy dancer dancing back at me. Iā€™m so deeply connected to the beat, the rhythm, the passion. Iā€™m soaring. The song - Into the Fire - Kove, Folly Rae.

Iā€™m a sucker for green eyes. Cats or humans. Maybe not snakes though. They’re a bit too dangerous for my liking. I wouldn’t want to get hypnotised šŸ˜ƒ

Travel, Muesli and Almost Getting Arrested

Travel featured lots as I grew up. Dad was in the travel industry so doing deals with hotels and tourist boards in different parts of the world was normal. We got to explore. We had lots of adventures. Here I remember a few.

As usual, my most fond travel memories relate to food. Lefkas in Greece gave me amazing chocolate and vanilla Mr Whippy ice-creams, Montreal showered me with giant multi-coloured bubblegums, Boston introduced me to excessive amounts of donuts and pancakes (so did Egypt for that matter). I think I went to heaven right there when I discovered my first Dunkin Donut shop - we never had anything like that in the UK back then. I got delicious homemade lemon ice-lollies at the Acropolis (so needed in the sweltering 40 degree heat), and super posh orange juice and madeira cake in a swanky hotel on the island. Travel was great for a tummy like mine.

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Pink and Purple

Ever since I was little, I’ve adored the colours pink and purple. I was obsessed with keyrings, dolls, clothes, flowers in those colours and wore them often. My eyes felt happy when I looked at them. They made everything look perfect.

Then I grew up and became a teenager and everything went black. For years. Black hair, black clothes, black stuff. It was slimming I told myself. I looked unassuming. I didn’t want to be noticed. Maybe I wanted to disappear into my own shadow.

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My helpful garden companions follow me round, hang out while I water and take in the sunny breeze. They’re delightful company. I’m so lucky. It’s lovely. They’re super Zen. They chill, they sniff, they lie, they get the zoomies. Anything goes. Living in the present.