Day 44 – ?: I should name my blog “sporadically cynical”

To all my faithful followers (and some I've acquired while I was out of it), the good news is I've fucking kept my tits. Hooray! Some of you might have named my blog only sporadically cynical during all this time I've been failing to maintain my digital presence - if you actually give two flying … Continue reading Day 44 – ?: I should name my blog “sporadically cynical”

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Day 39-44: Can i keep my tits, please?

I'm aware that's such a good little bait title, without actually being a clickbait title. But I assure you I'm asking the question in earnest. The moment I feared has arrived - I've started trimming down the fat, and naturally, it starts with my beloved knockers. If anyone reading has any advice on how to keep them … Continue reading Day 39-44: Can i keep my tits, please?

Day 30 – 38: Carbs and bruises

I've successfully entered that stage in my dieting epic where I've started to bore people to death with the neverending mundanity of my fitness achievements. As of Monday's pole dancing class, I've started acquiring bruises. The first victim was my left breast, collateral damage to my emerging step-around-half-spin routine, as beginner level as it gets. … Continue reading Day 30 – 38: Carbs and bruises

Day 22 – 29: Same old, same old

Let's bullet point everything, for the sake of transparency and my sanity in case of any future reference. Lets clear up how big-boned I actually am When I wrote my first blog post I actually was referring to a starting weight measured a couple of weeks back, 76 kg. But all the holidays have already taken … Continue reading Day 22 – 29: Same old, same old

Day 21: Post-workout ramblings

I know it's Valentine's. Who the fuck cares. My boyfriend's a leftist anyway. He has no patience for consumer-oriented carnivals that have a far greater success in selling teddy bears and chocolate hearts than they do in celebrating love. In fact, there's a greater chance of me presenting him with a rose on Rosa Luxemburg's birthday … Continue reading Day 21: Post-workout ramblings

Day 17-21: I’m not a fitness goddess yet

I want a toned, strong body capable of things. And ok, no cellulite.

Day 14-16: Hoochie – coochie is on

I had my first glimpse of the ancient exotic discipline of pole dancing, and oh boy, did I like it.

Day 12-13: Am i the goddess of fitness yet?

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Day 12 or - "Paycheck" day Paycheck day might as well be a national holiday. The air is crisp with opportunity, and I have exactly one day to splurge on what I've fantasized about buying for weeks, before I sit down, plan my expenses, and realize I have to be frugal … Continue reading Day 12-13: Am i the goddess of fitness yet?

Day 6-12: Eat your greens, write, exercise, and don’t forget your politics

Dear bloggers and bloggesses, I truly lived by my blog's maxim this week: real life called and I had no choice but to do its bidding. Write That's actually just a poetic way to tell you that I missed my Wednesday night workout. By Monday, the list of my unfinished work duties had piled so … Continue reading Day 6-12: Eat your greens, write, exercise, and don’t forget your politics

Day 2-5: “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”

I ate a portion of vegetable - tomato spaghetti today. For anyone judging me, kindly refer to the title. There. I said it. Well, actually, it was Virginia Woolf. And to tell you the truth, the title is a bit misleading - it was not for dinner, but 1 hour before my sweaty, heart-rate-through-the-roof, buns-of-jelly-busting … Continue reading Day 2-5: “One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”