This year's weather.

I am so terribly fed up with the weather we have had this year. I can’t really say it is unpredictable (7°C and rain on May 17, 7°C and rain on Midsummer night and 7°C and rain on Christmas Eve) but honestly: I am not a fish, yet I feel gills and frogman’s feet growing on me.

Every morning I open the door to my house looking fairly ok, even my hair is done! By the time I reach my car I just look like a sad excuse for a respectable woman. (Believe me: I have no high standards for appearance but even I admit that looking like someone who just crawled out of a pool fully dressed is not recommended as a look suitable for work. Especially as I am supposed to be a rolemodel. (Yeah, I know; go figure!).

Rain itself is no problem, we have umbrellas for rainy weather, but not only do we have cold weather and rain: the wind never stops, and it ruffles up the bits not too soaked in water to cling to my body.

Now, I have to admit I love weather! I am the kind of person who embrace the elements, I see the beauty in the forces of nature and can contemplate the forest or the sea with great gratification. I can dance barefoot in the garden in the rain, or stand on a cliff by the ocean, unfold my arms and face the horizon just to become one with the forces raging.

Still, there are limits. Even I reach a point of satisfaction.

They say storms usually get female names because they are wild, wet, beautiful… and when they leave they take almost everything with them. There is a core of truth there, but now and again it would be lovely to walk my dog and come back home without leaving puddles on the floor and knowing the odour of wet dog disperses through the entire house… (getting so familiar with the stench now I can hardly actually smell it).

I should be grateful for the plentitude of water both because of our clean hydroelectric power and because we never have to worry about thirst, but I really need to dry up now… just for a little while. Just to remember what it feels like to look trimmed.

2012, A New Year!

A New Year: To many; hopes of a new beginning.

I found out, perhaps a bit late (but then again I am not the sharpest knife in the drawer, to put it mildly), that  New Year Resolutions when people say they are going to change, to become better, to do better than they did before, is a swindle.

The membership you pay for at the gym will cost the same, whether you go or not, and if you are anything like me it turns out to be money out the window. In many ways the story of my life.

Anyway; two years ago I was very keen on losing some weight. Yes, I am a heavy girl, and you may notice I use present tense… the membership, which ended up costing me US$ 500, did not do any good for my body, and I went twice, during the 18 months my membership lasted.

Thinking about it each session cost me US$ 250. I doubt anybody, not even mega celebrities, pay that much for their work out. They end up with super bodies… I got nothing of the sort. Quite a scam I would say.

I really should complain about the missing results of my exclusive membership.

My sweat should have been bottled and valued to a higher price than Bollinger! Not sure what use it should do, but it sure would have been exclusive liquid. Especially since I can’t even remember if I even did break out a sweat.

This year I have no New Year Resolutions…. Apart from doing better at work, being a better mum, cook more healthy food (preferably 3 course dinners), dress better, become more attentive, look better (yes, I have seriously considered wearing make up on a regular basis), keep my house tidy and clean at all times, become a better friend and explore more.

These are not New Year Resolutions, these are just the results of reflections I just happened to do on my life these days.