Run? I thought they said rum!

This kinda sums up my day so far...

Yesterday it was payday, and my payday splurge was... a big ol' bottle of rum.

Not just any rum. Kraken rum. This stuff is the business!

With a splash of rum (and by splash, I mean meticulously measured for the sake of my calorie counting, boo) and some Coke Zero (other low calorie cola drinks are also available.)

I am just about to slip into a rum induced coma and I am going to enjoy it.




In slightly less enjoyable news, today I bought myself some new exercise clothes with the aim to add to my 12lb weightloss from last month. Can I get a woop-woop? No, go on, do it. Even if I can't hear you, I appreciate the support.

(Hmm, perhaps I should sling some on and go for a walk now, or perhaps that is the rum making me sleep-talk.)

This week marked my return to basketball training and I was pleasantly surprised with my performance. I didn't drop out of the warm up as quickly as I normally do and infact I ensured that I continued to carry on strong even though at points, I did simply just want to stop. I feel as though there is a significant improvement in my fitness, but I still have a long way to go and I'm filled with excitement every time I think about who I could be when I do achieve my goals and reach my full potential :) - but hey, I'm getting there and that's what counts right now!




Today I have also been getting my DIY on, and have been making some anti-bacterial toilet bombs with the gorgeous essential oils that my boyfriend bought for me this week. Just waiting for them to dry out and I'll give them a blast tonight, see how effective they are and give you an update. What I do know is, they smell absolutely fantastic, really fresh. I cannot wait to see this lil fishes swimming!


Well, I think that just about wraps up this week nicely. I did also get some super news this week, but unfortunately, I don't think I can quite disclose what it is until it is all definite, but ooh-wee, it is exciting!

Oh yeah, and I did try that ol' meditation thing. After my first attempt, I felt amazing. My second attempt wasn't quite so fantastic but I had just tipped half a litre of orange juice and my neck and was feeling slightly delicate afterwards. I will stick at it and see how it starts to affect my wellbeing but at the moment, I think it's going to be good for me.

Life in a Jar

Life in a jar - a title with a double-meaning...

The first?

Well, I've become... one of them.

Pinterest has caused me to form a super obsession with mason jars. Practically every other post is about them. So I just had to buy them. They're glass so they don't stain, they have no nasty plastic toxins and they don't stain. Better yet, you can chuck them in the microwave, and in the dishwasher (That'd be super if I had one). Does this make me a hipster? You know what, keep your thoughts to yourself, I don't care - 'cus they're great. I love them. 

Red fruit salad

Sausage and couscous salad

Tonight/tomorrow morning, I will try my first attempt at oatmeal jars for breakfasts in the week. And then my next big decision - PB&J, or chocobanana? 

Well done card from Ma and Pa

And secondly, as I mentioned in my first post, I've felt a little... trapped. Y'know, like in a jar? Well after a visit from my parents, and some sudden clarity.  

All this time, I've been panicking over being stuck in a dead-end job, being unhappy, being a nobody whilst all of my peers rip open the safety-net of university and tight-rope walking to their new lives and their new careers. 

Me and Ma

Well, in relation to my last post. I'm learning to let go. My lifestyle is completely changing and I'm feeling pretty positive. I've been walking an average of 10,000+ steps a day, and eating a lot better, I've lost 12lb in a month and I'm feeling good. Even if I'm working 100s of hours for minimum wage, at least I'll be happy whilst I do it. And who cares what my classmates think come January? I definitely won't.

Buddhism for Beginners

Colour of Mocha is in dedication to my caramel (or mocha) complexion. I have the best of everything. I’m not pasty, I don’t burn very often and you won’t lose me if someone was to turn the lights off. Wait, was that a bit risqué? Probably - but if someone said it on TV, or had even tweeted it, nobody would even bat an eyelid, right? Screw it.

My last blog was used to record my failed hobby of cooking and weight loss and my attempt at being the perfect happy-go-lucky housewife to my 22-year-old boyfriend.

To be honest, that probably isn’t really me. I’m a 21-year-old (whom feels around 16-19, depending on who I’m with and how patronising they are. Just like a teenager, I am still constantly full of angst and a bag of nerves) ex-policing student whose higher education has practically consisted of undoing everything I thought of the police, and teaching me to hate our justice system and everyone in it, all whilst reassuring the already cynical me to trust nobody. From day one we were taught the policing ‘ABCs’ – Assume nothing, believe nothing and challenge everything. Well, happy-go-lucky didn’t really stand a chance, did she?

Recently I’ve been attempting to really try and find myself. I’m disappointed, almost angry, that I’ve not seen 99% of the world, but instead I’m in debt because I wasted 3 academic years learning that anyone in authority probably doesn’t deserve to be there. My dreams don’t match up with my monthly payslip and right now I’m stuck serving popcorn to kids and their ungrateful parents at the local multiplex cinema, whilst I see all of my undergraduate (and other) friends achieving their dreams and using social media to make sure that the whole world knows about it.

This attempt to find myself was initiated by finally taking some pride in my appearance, giving myself damn awful manicures, starting to slim down a little bit and by buying better clothes as soon as I had enough money to take the opportunity to do so. But I’m starting to feel that it might run a little bit deeper. 

I’ve caught myself (agnostic, often bored by my religious peers thanking Jesus for their food instead of the poor bastard who raised the meat and grew the vegetables) thinking about religion. I’ve felt as though I need some guidance that goes beyond asking friends and family and pleading to strangers on Twitter to help me sort my life out. My magic number 8 ball had broken and been thrown out with the rubbish years ago and I thought it was about time that I had replaced it. About time that I find something to give me an extra pat on the back, a point in the right direction. At this point, I would glance at the cuckoo clock tattoo on my leg and believe that it was a significant and relevant statement, I really am going crazy. The feeling just had would not subside, so today, I took the plunge and mentioned it to my boyfriend, who kinda just laughed/shrugged it off. Sensing my annoyance, he suggested that I pick a slightly less nonsensical religion than Christianity and that I look into Buddhism. I have previously thought about Buddhism, way back when and I had dismissed it as too much hard work. The mandala tattoo on my arm suggests that I at least find the artwork and symbols associated with Buddhism and culture in other countries at least aesthetically pleasing, and the almost uncanny resemblance that I have to that jolly little fat man has gotten me thinking again. I think I might do some homework… 

(Plus, they probably have the right idea thinking that we reincarnate. It’s said that we see a light when we die. I bet those hospital lights were pretty bright when you were born, why else would we spend the first two years of our lives not doing much more than sleeping and eating? We all deserve a break.)