And so it begins

I have always been a "passionate" person. (I refrain from saying I have always been an obsessive person, because that just sounds so negative.)

My first passion was nail biting! From a wee little girl until13, I bit my nails - till they bled.

From 13 to 20 cigarettes were my thing. But, when Greg and I decided to have a baby, he who had never smoked a cigarette in his life, said no way could I carry his child while I was smoking. And so I very reluctantly gave up this passion.

After the pregnancy I developed my next obsession, oops, I mean passion... Being thin. I allowed myself a salad 3 times a week and thin I was. But after 3 years I wanted another baby. Try as we tried, nothing! The gynecologist advised that my body was in no condition to conceive and so my new passion became eating. I ate, I gained, I fell pregnant. Happy days! Unfortunately eating alone wasn't satisfying my passion needs so I took on another passion. Yes .... I was multi-passioning!

A 5 year passion in animal welfare lead me on an extreme path indeed. So extreme that I became a vegetarian, because eating animals was a cruel and vulgar practice. Living on bread alone I gained 30 kgs - in 9 months! No, there was not another "bun in the oven". I was just the size of an oven. A great big industrial oven. This passion left me with a 6cm hiatus hernia and I was strongly advised to lose weight.

So dieting became my passion again. But it was a half hearted passion this time. I mean I'd done this passion before. I was bored with it! So this passion didn't last long. I used work as a passion instead. I was working so hard that I didn't realize that I was gradually gaining weight again. With a dreadful bout of plantar fasciitis (in both feet) the ortho dude said I had to lose weight. AGAIN. And so a new passion emerged.

Banting! No, its not the same as dieting - it's far more controversial than dieting and so therefore cannot be seen as the same thing. 25kgs later I was feeling wonderful and not looking too bad either, but apparently it's frowned apon to walk around naked so I couldn't "show that shit off."

What is being "shown off" however, is the dreadful effects of aging. My face tells the tale of a chick who's young in the heart, old in the face and chronologically in between. I'm (not literally) dying for a face lift, but Greg says over his dead body. Since I'm strongly opposed to murder I'm stuck with my face.

So, a new passion emerges..... I am discretely trying to encourage my son to make me his "lab rat". He hasn't decided yet if he wants to go into bio chem or genetics but either way he could be the answer to my anti-aging prayers. Lord knows I have nurtured this kid, he owes me!! He could tweek my DNA and reverse the aging process for me - I could become the South African female version of Benjamin Button - Katinka Knoopie. Or, he could develop some miracle anti-aging cure and MY face could make HIM famous. He'd be rich and I'd be young! That's a win-win if you ask me.

I'm still working out the details of my current passion. All I can say is I'm passionately working on the plan. Standby for updates.

Toodles x