week 1 in photos…

Day 1

White pony, pink pony, chocolate pony. even the animals have turned into chocolate…


Day 2

must.have.greasy.deep-fried.chicccccccccc………………………………….


Day 3

whatever the question may be, chocolate is ALWAYS the answer!


Day 4

stepped into a kombi and one of the other patrons had these, I could almost taste the vinegar…


Day 5


Day 6

caramel donuts, so sweet, so fresh…


Day 7

Its been a challenging 7 days but I’m glad to say I have it made without cheating! Besides the headaches, mood swings, hallucinations and cravings that almost wanted to take over (withdrawal symptoms for sure!) I have managed to say NO to junk food. 1 week down, 3 more to go!

On another note, the pup is up to $11 in fines. Each time he swears he pays a dollar. But I have to be honest, the true value should be about $6 but if he says something I don’t like then I fine him anyway *insert evil laugh here* The Pup gave me a box of smarties today. I guess its payback for fining him without due cause… I accepted it and said thanx with a smile on my face and told him I would put it away until my 30 days are over! I’m thinking of giving it away though… Don’t know if I will be able to resist those 11pm sugar cravings…

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on swearing and junk food…

So while checking out now she runs I was inspired to try the no junk food challenge. I love these 30 day challenges.

The rules (I added in a few of my own) are:

I guess they don’t call it challenge for nothing!

I have a serious sweet tooth and very bad eating habits so I think this challenge will be good for me.  As with all other things in life, it’s easier to go through these things with a friend so I’ve roped The Pup into doing his own challenge. The Pup has some serious road rage issues which we are trying to work through so his challenge for the next 30 days is NOT to swear! I suggest he say smurf every time he would rather cuss. Yes, I recently watched the Smurfs movie. FINALLY. Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed. I grew up watching Smurfs so I love those little blue buggers 🙂 Anyway I digress… SO every time The Pup does swear he has to pay me $1. I told him I’d get him a gift after the 30 days but I see myself getting a new pair of shoes instead… 🙂

That generally sums up how I feel about exercise and stuff. I’m just lazy but hopefully after doing this challenge, I’ll find it slightly easier to give up certain foods (chocolate not being one of them!) lol

I will be blogging about this challenge because I am 110% sure The Pup will provide loads of anecdotal moments.

Have a good weekend!

The Pup on models and millionaires…

As promised, here is The Pup’s first guest post on my blog. Happy Reading.

Hi, my name is Rupert Pupkin, but my friends call me Pup. Over the next couple of months we will get to know each other, or at least, you will get to know me. I’m not by any means a writer, or a blogger; in fact this is my first foray into this uncharted territory. So, here it goes.

In a series of conversations with a group of friends, I found that the same topic kept coming up. How are young and successful men such as myself, supposed to date in this modern-day image obsessed society? Well, I finally decided to put pen to paper (or maybe fingers to keyboard) and explore this phenomenon.

Being young, and relatively successful for my age, with most estimates saying that I am a millionaire…,I found that dating for the wealthy is indeed a fantasy. Sure, we date, but sitting around the table with cold beverages in hand, we embarked on a journey to count the meaningful relationships we had all had. With the general consensus being that ever since we had started making money, we lost the women of substance, and our dating pools were strewn with models and wannabe models. What had happened to the girl-next-door?

where has she gone? Because all of a sudden, the girl next door became some young 20-something girl-toy (yes, I think I have coined a new phrase) whose rent in my high rise building was being paid for by some wealthy somebody.

My wealth or lack-there-of is not what’s important. What is important, however, is that in a recent conversation with a friend, she claimed that I was a playboy! Not outright, but with enough subtle hints that left me to draw my own conclusions. This in turn begged the question, does millionaire mean playboy?

The “good women” as they are so aptly named, seem convinced that once a young man has a little bit of money, he instantly turns into a playboy. As if there is some kind of magic switch that turns all of us into playboys. This idea is probably predicated by the way that modern media portrays us. Not all of us drive around in expensive cars! I like my Hybrid Honda and not because I can’t afford a Range Rover but because it gives me great mileage.

But, as is true for most of my friends, what we miss most in our lives is the idea of being normal. Having a normal girlfriend, who works a 9 to 5 and thinks daily dinners at exclusive restaurants are a bit too much (maybe just a once in a while thing). Don’t get it wrong or think that we are cheap, because we are not! We just enjoy sitting at home sometimes, cuddled on the couch, having take-out Chinese and watching a chick flick. When I was a University student, I used to kick and scream at the thought of having to watch Bridget Jones’ Diary, but now I really want to know what’s going on in her life.

Yes, it’s the simple things in life we miss.

What is a young and successful man supposed to do then? Do we accept that we are Wile E. Coyote and keep chasing the Road Runner? na na na na na, you can't catch me!

Or do we retire into the stereotype that television has created for us? After all, it is far easier to let people think what they want to think about you than to try and change their opinions. But then again, if we all gave up on catching the Road Runner, would our lives be empty? And how would we fill that void? Money is great, but you come to realize that it can’t fill the void.

The age of the trophy wife is now gone. The new generation of new money seems to understand that there is a Michelle to every Barack, and that the old adage is true; behind every successful man, is a woman waiting to take half (I bet you were waiting for me to say “is a strong woman).

So, back to the good girls; they are so convinced that we will leave them for the first model that looks at us, that our lives are too complicated, too many late nights and early mornings. But, I for one, will always make time, I might not always be able to have dinner with you at the dinner table at 7pm everyday but I arrange for my driver to pick you up and bring you to the office and we can have dinner there. I admit, it is not the typical way of doing things but hey, its what works for me.

And to the ladies, next time you meet a young and successful gentleman, remember that all he really wants to do is watch Bridget Jones’ Diary.

Much love

“The Pup”

Introducing Rupert Pupkin…

The King of Comedy is a 1983 film about Rupert Pupkin (played by Robert DeNiro). Rupert is a wanna be stand-up comedian who believes if he appears on the late-night television show of Jerry Langford then his glory will follow. Rebuffed by Langford, Rupert hatches a plan with his friend,  Masha to kidnap the TV host and ransom him for a shot at glory. I haven’t watched the movie but a good friend of mine (who has agreed to guest blog every once in a while) loves it to bits and has decided to use Rupert Pupkin as his stage name when he guest blogs for me.

Stayed tuned for his 1st post on Monday….