I’ve struggled with poor sleep for as long as I can remember – even as a kid I was a crazy insomniac. Over the last few years I got better, then extremely worse (non-sleeping child nearly killed me), then back to being much better again: with thanks to guided meditations reminding me to relax and breathe, and stopping me from mulling over stupid shit that fills my brain before sleep.
On my last day I had two hours to spare before our ride to the airport. I grabbed my backpack and my camera and had a little peek around pretty Portland.
Today’s kickass chick is someone I only met last year, but who blew me away with her ideas and philosophy about life and business.
Well there you go, I came here to talk all about myself and my car accident yesterday, and Tone goes and gets himself dethroned. Talk about selfish. So now it’s a cup of tea with him, scones and all.
Stuffed shells is one of those dishes I always read about, that sounded exactly like something I would want to eat, but never made – simply because I had no idea where on earth you would find those jumbo pasta shells. Never seen them in any of my regular haunts, never saw them in any of the delis I went to (probably wasn’t looking hard enough), never saw anyone I knew in my actual real life cook with them.
So my mate Chantelle has had this brilliant idea of getting a group of us together who’d like to make better choices about our health and wellbeing for a bit of support and encouragement: she’s called it the Good Life Gang, and it’s a Facebook group anyone can join.
I thought I might share the few things that have helped me over the last 10 or so years that I’ve been trying to move my body in a healthy way – I’m not into extreme exercise, but I like to do what I can to get off my butt and get the ole muscles moving/increase my heart health.