Smile b!tch 

I love the “New Years” feeling. Cynics will say that a new year will not change your life, and will usually not support New Years resolutions – because we make promises to ourselves and then get lazy or demotivated and we never achieve what we want to, and yet we do it year after year. 

Do we really want our lives to be a series of unaccomplished goals? Do we want to be reminded that we are fickle and unable to commit? 

Not me… looking from afar, I may come across as lazy. In my previous posts, I mentioned that I would be starting a business. Then life happened and I moved to another city to commence legal articles. I turned down a few projects and it looked like I was a failure. Truth is, I prioritized law and learning above the CSR business. I am glad I did. My legal journey in 2016 has been successful. I set goals but life happened and the goal post had changed, so I adapted and studied further while working my ass off, I worked hard and I focused on me as opposed to what others may think of me. Needless to say, I smashed those goals. 

New goals!! 

I love goals. What better way to get amped for the year ahead, than by setting goals to accomplish? And if something gets in your way (maybe your university also tells you that they’ve changed your course requirements and you can’t graduate until you’ve completed 9 more subjects) – you adapt, and you get on with it. Sulk, throw a tantrum and then focus. Struggles and hardships are character building. 

So… my 2017 resolutions are as follows; 

1. Smile more (in photos) – I look like a dork so I avoid smiling for photos 

2. Pass my board exams – 3 more to go! 

3. Drink 1-2L of water a day 

4. Start mountain biking regularly – fun way to get fit and explore 

5. Go to gym 3-4 times a week, before work if possible. 

6. Come home (to Durban) as often as I can 

7. Make time to connect with friends and family. 

Once established, I then break them up into monthly goals which makes it easier to track my progress. 
See smiles below, goal 1 – progress ✅ 



Allow me to introduce you to my friend, Kyle. He’s a handsome, well-mannered guy who works hard. Sometimes he turns to a bucket of chicken wings to help him deal with life’s stresses. He also has a great sense of humour and doesn’t mind this blog post.

Each week, I am bestowed with a voice note from Kyle, of what has annoyed him, it is not the usual whining, but the funniest string of swear words one can think of. He goes off like a loaded shotgun, and there is nothing that entertains me more.

His latest issue (which I have heard many times) regards KFC – the glorious fast food chain.  He loves them, the chicken is delicious and their crispy coats have consoled him during the tough times and celebrated his successes with him during the good times. He has tried to stay away but the separation anxiety overwhelmed him. Alas, he sacrificed his chiseled abs for them. That’s love.

The problem however, is always being asked if he would like to donate R2 to the their CSI initiative to aid homeless kids. Kyle thinks that is a load of crap, KFC should use a % of their profits to make a substantial donation, and not take his money especially since he has already bought all the fried chicken he can fit onto the backseat of his car, he has made a worthy contribution to the survival of the franchise and now they want MORE? How dare they?! Greedy bastards.

Now throw in queues, road rage and snobby staff and we have the K-Bomb.


Boutique Gyms – Why?!

Have you ever walked past a boutique? With one impeccably dressed salesperson on guard, and designer clothing that cost more than your car instalments? And when you dare to have a look inside, you feel like you don’t belong – it does not matter how courteous and genuine the salesperson is, you feel like you don’t belong because you’re wearing a frumpy (but very comfy) dress and the designer outfits curl their lips with disdain and spit on your face when you step closer to them. Intimidating isn’t it?

It’s MUCH safer going to a large department store. Large gyms are great, I have a Virgin Active membership, but they are like large department stores. They have everything you need but there’s never anyone to assist you on a busy day and things are just lying all over the place because most people do not care to put them back. Sometimes you can’t find your size… clothing or weights, someone else beat you to it.

Boutique gyms are specialized and appeal to a certain type of individual (those who want a specific workout, eg HIIT or Kettlebells). Classes are more intimate, service is exceptional, it is always clean and it’s personalized – you become part of a family.  I will not lie – there is a sense of exclusivity and pride, of course. The atmosphere and the vibe are completely different to that of a large gym. Don’t get me wrong, I am not canceling my Virgin Active membership anytime soon – I love it but my workouts can become monotonous and leave me feeling demotivated. This is why l chose to indulge in specialized fitness classes at my favourite boutique gym, which is, for the moment, MovementX.

The classes are intense, they shatter me and taunt me to my point of failure yet I continue because boundaries are meant to be pushed, also, I am not quitting when there’s a super hot instructor shouting at me to “KEEP GOING!!” and  “MOVE YOUR ASS!!”

What these classes have done for me:

I am surrounded by individuals who are at their peak physical performance, they inspire me. Both are instructors and the clientèle are prime examples of strength and stamina; they are dedicated and encouraging and its almost like interacting with my goals. It motivates me, it supplements my gym routine adding variety and gives me the much needed kick up the arse to get the momentum going. No matter how dreadfully I think I perform, I always walk out feeling satisfied…one step closer to looking like Wonder Woman.

So, while they may not be the most economical choice on a regular basis, I definitely think its worth a try.

And there’s no disdain, only encouragement.

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