The spring blossoms are signalling better times ahead.
Sunshine icons are popping up on my weather app and I am not ready!
I know what you’re thinking.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU’RE NOT READY!!??’
I have been whinging about the cooler weather for quite some time now – as in, the entirety of Autumn/Winter. I hate it and that has not changed. What has changed, is my lifestyle and I need to get back into it.
I have adopted my usual hibernation habits and a nasty side effect of that, is approximately 3 to 5 kilos. I’m also suddenly horribly unfit. And my skin is blotchy. And my hair is dull and lifeless.
Essentially, I have become a ‘Before’ shot!
So, what to do?
I’m not stupid. I know where to begin.
Stop being a lazy wench!
I went for a jog this morning….and nearly died!
It’s a long way back to Positano-Mel.
And there it is – the crux of the situation – I can’t get Europe out of my head.
I walked all day, every day over there.
I also ate all day, every day.
One of those activities has continued – one has not. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know which one.
I’m on Instagram a lot and it appears everyone is in Italy at the moment – it’s maddening. I am so desperate to figure out how to live La Dolce Vita, right here in Point Cook.
I just keep coming back to food.
La Dolce Vita is more than food though – it’s a mindset. It’s taking pleasure in the little things. It’s making time to acknowledge the beauty all around us. It’s long lunches…. damn! I’m back to food again. The point is, I want to be happy, because life is so bloody short!
My partner and I often joke that Europe has ruined our lives. It’s exposed us to a level of joy that is unrealistic. Holiday Mel had virtually zero responsibility, therefore it is ridiculous to draw comparisons to Regular Mel.
Or is it?
Can we apply ‘holiday mode’ to regular life?
Why do we save certain behaviours and attitudes for special occasions?
What is more special than being alive?
I can’t think of a single reason to avoid joy. I refuse to try.
So, bring on the sunshine – extra kilos, be damned!
I will get back to my ‘After’ shot self, but I am not going to pass on the gelato, because life can only be sweet, if I let it.