Seeking Health and Humanity in the Modern World
In one of my first ever posts (link here) I questioned the idea of modern masculinity, and lamented the fact that much of it seemed to focused on how much cashish you have in the bank, how big your biceps are, how many women you’ve slept with, and how much beer you can sink in
I kept my social media entries to a minimum whilst I was away in the Philippines recently, but those on their Instagram game will have seen a couple of stories and posts, enough to know that I was essentially floating around in paradise, eating copious amounts of fried fish, roasted pork and partially developed duck
In my last post I mentioned how I hadn’t been writing as much, partly because I’ve been in the midst of a hot Sydney summer, and partly because I haven’t felt much like writing. Simples. Towards the end of that last monologue, I made a comment about only writing when I felt like writing. What
Look, I know it’s been a while, I’ve bumped into a few people lately who have expressed their disappointment at not having the chance to delve into my personal life for a few weeks. In response, I decided to splurge some stuff down on the page, partly for me, partly to appease you. I think
I’ll start this by saying; if you haven’t read part one yet, follow this link here and catch up. Second piece of housekeeping; apologies for keeping you waiting for part 2. Life flew past in the last two weeks, although it’s not really a justification – especially given the fact I just spent another 4
It was 15:18 as the train pulled out of Sydney Central Station, on it’s way to the Blue Mountains, to the west of the city. I haven’t taken a train ride in Australia that’s longer than thirty minutes in duration, so this a somewhat interesting journey. Speeding through Sydney’s outer west you quickly realise not
So, here I am on day 18, or maybe it’s day 19. Sunday 2nd to Thursday 20th – what’s that? [Counts on his fingers] 19 days sober. Go me. Well except I’m not going very far, very quickly. Why’s that Chris? I’ll explain… On Monday, I awoke after a mere five hours of sleep. I
I know, I know! I said I’d blog every day, but the past two days have been manic at work and I’ve had (sober) stuff on in the evenings. Sat here now as I type this, it’s been 11 days since I last had a sip. I’m not showing off by saying this, it hasn’t
The titles of these posts are somewhat misleading, technically this is day 8 and 9, in the sense that it has been that long since I consumed any alcohol. It’s day 3 & 4 since I made a solemn pledge to give it up until Christmas. In hindsight I should have just kicked it off
In my last post I made a big song and dance about a number of topics, but namely, my microbiome, and my current battle to improve it. The end result of that lengthy diatribe, was my committment to eat a high quality diet, and not drink until Christmas. I realise that if I drink alcohol
