I’ve previously spoken quite a lot on here about body confidence and how the so called perfect body doesn’t exist; the responses were so lovely and inspiring. Lately I’ve been feeling pretty rotten about the way I look and the numbers I see on the scales located on our black and white checkered tiled floor in my newly decorated bathroom and I’m beginning to resent the way I look in the mirror. So I guess this is me trying to come to terms with my recent weight gain.
I’ve always found it difficult sticking or even setting new yeas resolutions. I had a bit of a plan at the beginning of the year; you know, the fitness-related-weightloss-get-your-shit-together type of things, so far it hasn’t worked out for me. Apparently a new year means a fresh start, at least that’s what we’re told. We all head into it with motivation and readiness but in the grand scheme of things, I think these expectations are putting more and more unnecessary pressure on ourselves. Anyway, after a year abroad and a relaxed Christmas at home, I’ve made it known to myself and anyone who takes notice of this blog that I’m currently struggling more than ever to find my purpose.
Fraser Island has always been a must visit for the both of us. We’d heard so much about it; the island, the indigenous history, and of course, the opportunity to explore the biggest sand island in the world while driving a 4×4. Booking a trip has never been easy for Jack and I – it takes us days or even weeks to actually decide on exactly what we’re doing, how to do it and what tour company to go with when it comes to booking a trip! In the end, we were swept in by a cool dude named Mike from Peter Pans in Byron Bay and ended up booking a two night, three day tag along tour with Dingo’s from Rainbow Beach.