Turning the corner ... to health!

My holiday eating has come to an official end. If Christmas and Boxing Day eating was an experiment then the results were damning. I'm bloated, cranky, water retentive and worst of all: fat. For the past couple of days I've been gagging to do a bit of exercise but just couldn't prioritize it. This morning started with a sleep in, a skinny flat white, and a trip to the park for the kids.

Heh. My flat white is twice the size of my small yoghurt with muesli.

The toddler is still enjoying her holiday eating.

View from the kids playground Coogee

"Higher, higher," she says.

What kid doesn't love a boat?

Yesterday in Maroubra when I was supposed to be watching Little One play with her Dad in the surf I was too busy watching a pod of dolphins instead. Apparently I missed everything. Sorry! But dolphins ... you know?

Today was a big day! Sunday 29th meant UFC 168 Rousey vs Tate. I'd been waiting for this fight throughout the entire season of The Ultimate Fighter and barely any pub in our area was playing it. At the last moment we decided to go to The Beach Road Hotel, Bondi and watch the final 2 rounds before Rousey got Tate in her signature armbar. A.W.E.S.O.M.E She's such an inspiration. I swear, if I was even just 1/10th as fit as her i'd be a happy girl.

And the winner is Rowdy Ronda Rousey!

What followed was the most disturbing UFC fight i'd seen in a while. Weidman vs Silva. The collective ARGH!'s and near-dry retching from the audience watching the slow-mo replay of Silva snapping his shin in two against Weidman's leg was deafening. We were all gagging. It physically hurt to watch. I'm still traumatized thinking about it.

Afterwards, and with Little One asleep and in the care of her Nanny & Poppy, we decided to walk back to Coogee from Bondi along the Ocean Walk with some dips in the pools at various beaches along the way. I'd never done the walk before and it felt funny to be a tourist in my own country. As picturesque as beachside Sydney is all I could think is that there are a lot of places one could kill themselves if they really wanted to. One jump and you're on the rocks.

Icebergs

I can't do selfies.

Tamarrama?

Bronte

Trying not to do this while waiting for A to take his dip.

The Ocean Walk website promised me a picturesque view of one of Sydney's prettiest cemeteries. Heh.

Clovelly

Discovered I don't have to walk all the way to Bondi for my green juice fix, this is right around the corner.

This may all be for nought because tomorrow we have planned a High Tea for the Toddler with Marlo. Although if we have a green juice before and after maybe those calories won't count. ;) Yeah right.