Healthy Wealth

Link up with Paula and her July Blog Challenge.

Today's Question : Would you rather be rich of healthy?

Personally, I'd rather have my health, because I've never been rich and so you can't really miss what you haven't had, right?  

I figure, if you don't have your health how can you honestly enjoy your wealth?  Oh I know your money could buy you the best health care and treatments but how much fun can you have when you're always ill.

Yeah, I'd have my health...but a wee bit more money wouldn't hurt either.

And one of my favourite bands, ACDC, talking about money

 

Few of us can stand Prosperity. Another person's, I mean.

I got this idea from Copyboy who is always doing and saying fucking mental things on his Blog. 

Recently he said he'd eat and digest someone else's scab for $128.96.  

Now, with the current exchange rate, that's roughly ZAR900.  He's fucking insane!!

So tell me, what would you do on film for R1000 or roughly $150?  

Would you:

a. eat someone else's scab?

b. chug someone else's first morning pee?

c. sleep with your best friend's mother?

d. drink an entire bottle of hot sauce?

e. pick yer nose and eat it in public?

f. eat a vomit omlette?

g. chew someone else's old gum that's been stuck underneath a bench for a few weeks/months.

h.  chain smoke for 24 hours straight

i.  drink a bottle of mustard.

j.  drop your last bus money into a dirty public toilet and fish it out.

k. dip yourself in honey and go lie outside on the grass for an hour for all the bugs to feast on you.

l.  leave a skid-marked pair of knickers in the bathroom sink at work but make sure they have your name on them!

How far would you go, or how far have you gone for R1000?

Oh remember according to the news - the world ends today so all I can say is So Long, Farewell.   It was real!

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I'm on a Whisky diet. I've lost 3 days already!

If you could choose between loosing 5kg (more or less 10bs) or receiving R1000 ($70) in cash, which one would you choose?  And why?

Its seems that 23% of us have tried or are using diet pills, 47% of us are afraid of puting on weight, 58% of us turn to food, 68% are almost always on diet.

Some of us can't even tell if we're hungry or full or just plain thirsty...we seem preoccupied with food, eating, dieting or pursuing new weight loss information.  We constantly tell each other which foods are good or bad, we say "If only I were 5kgs thinner...I'd [fill in your shitty story]". 

I use food as a comfort and eat for an emotional need other than a physical hunger, I think most of us are in this slot.  Some of us feel guilty after eating because we have over-eaten and sometimes are moods are influenced by what we have eaten or not have eaten.  We constantly examine our bodies, checking out the bad areas, some of us count calories and points, some of us become exercise addicts, secret eaters, secret purgers. 

Why do we battled with our relationship with food and our weight?

We need to stop obsession and listen to our bodies, find out why we have a certain relationship with food.  We need to eat to live not live to eat.  We need to stop looking at the media that dictates we all need to look like fucking sickly stick insects.

Its simple, eat three balanced nutritious meals a day, drink lots of water.  Everything in moderation. 

Yes, it seems so simple and I still can't get it fucking right!

So would you choose the money or the weight?

I'd choose the weight - everytime!  Can I have more than one go?

Unspoken Communication for Girls

My Anorexic Piggie Bank

This time of year our schedule is always so incredibly busy which leads to additional expenses.

To tell you the honest truth my money tree is not producing notes like it used to. In fact, that frikken tree has shrivelled up and died on me. And just when I needed it too! My green fingers have lost their touch (not that I ever had green fingers, I kill every pot plant that is carried through my threshold *shrug* I still don’t understand what I do wrong).

Anyhoo…here is just some of my schedule until the end of the year.

5 October – National Teacher’s Day. The girls’ school is having a braai (aka barbeque) for all the Teachers. The parents, who are NOT invited may I just add, have been added to a list and have to bring something.

9 October – My sister’s birthday. I know what I want to get her but I can't afford it. She’s never been to a spa in her entire life!!! How sad is that?

16 October – Megan’s Bakerman at nursery school. Each child in the class gets a turn to be “backerman” and they have to bring party packs for all the kids in her class (32 children at this stage) and they set up a little shop and all the kids come and buy her goodies. It’s a fund-raising for the school.

16 October - Boss' Day.  And I have 6 of them!

21 October - Final School Readiness Test. This normally costs us too, even though she’s been tested already, and has been given the A-OK to start Grade One. Why a 2nd test I ask?

10 November – Graduation Photos and Certificates. This normally includes a set of photos wearing her graduation gown and cap. Can’t skip on this occasion as it only happens once in a life time.

26 November – Megan's Graduation. The actual graduation is normally a huge event with the renting of a venue, a mini concert and prize-giving. Their school wants all the girls to wear white dresses. Firstly, my tomboy girl-child doesn’t "do" dresses. Secondly, why would any mum in their right mind let their 6 year old wear white? Especially my very active little tree-climbing tomboy? Honestly! Very practical indeed and when will she wear this pretty little outfit again?

4 December – 10th Year Anniversary. I have booked a romantic overnight get-away celebration which cost me a small fortune. But I am very excited about this one. I can’t think of what I’m going to buy him as a gift…it’s a special anniversary after all.

9 December – Parents Morning receiving of Final Reports – no money on this one but its on my diary to attend.

14 December – Riaan’s Birthday. I am not sure what he wants, but my Boerewors has expensive taste when it comes to his “gadget" hobbies. Who knows where I’m going to scratch the money out from for this one. My arse already looks like the bloody Japanese flag from all the stuff I’ve been trying to pull out there. Besides, it is just as fucked as my money tree.

And then lets not forget its only 75 days until Christmas!!! Oh joy – the dollar signs rapidly scroll up and down in front of my eyes like a blinkin’ one arm bandit. Ding! Ding! Ding! Jackpot…fork out more money, Mummy!!! More I say! *sigh*

I wish I could win the Jackpot so I could cover the costs for all these fun-filled events that I have NOT budgeted for.

I will simply have to dig down deep into that cookie jar to find the cash. Either that, or break my anorexic piggie-bank and hope for the best.

Wish me luck!