Brain Time!

Having taken the plunge and decided to launch myself headlong out of my professional comfort zone to retrain for something completely different, I was made to wait 10 days by those meanies at the college for my study materials.  But at long last, aforementioned study materials have now arrived so it’s time to Retrain My Brain!

I know the path to starting my own business is going to be a long one, and there will be twists and turns along the way.  I have a lot of work to do and (judging by the course materials) much learning to take on board.  I am going to have to be disciplined and give myself realistic deadlines if I am to achieve my goal of becoming a qualified Nutritionist. 

Without exception, everyone I have confided in prior to taking the plunge has given me their utmost support (thank you – you know who you all are!) and the positivity (and realism!) of those who know me best is making me even more determined to succeed (as opposed to suck seed, which is what birds do ….!)

The Nutrition course is just the first step of my great adventure.  Come September I’m hoping to enrol on a course with real live people (not a distance learning experience) to gain a Diploma In Counselling. 

So, pencils sharpened, notepad and biro at the ready …. I’m going in.

Wish me luck – I may be some time!

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Where Does It All Go ....?

When you have your hair cut, you can see the evidence of your mission as the hair drops to the floor (and down your back!) at the mercy of the stylists’ scissors.  You can see the hair being swept up by some poor long-suffering sweeper-upper and disposed of.  Or sold to a wig makers perhaps ….

But when you diet, where does the weight go as you shed those unwanted pounds?  You don’t wake up in the morning and leave 1lb of blubber in bed, you don’t wash it away in the shower, or shave off a layer of lard as you get ready for work.  It just disappears, like magic! 

The same can be said for “Magic Pants” – without them, your outline may resemble the Michelin Tyre Man.  Don a pair of Magic Pants and hey presto – svelte and Kylie-esque in an instant (this of course assuming you can get into the bloody things in the first place!).  Although admittedly one has to be careful with Magic Pants:  the wobbly bits can have a tendency to roll over the waistband, thus giving the impression of some bizarre “I’m wearing a rubber ring under my outfit” outline, or at the other end of the garment, circulation to the legs can quite easily be cut off without the wearer realising – until you stand up and can’t feel your legs!

So, five weeks into the diet and half a stone lighter ….. but where does it all go!?!

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