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 passed a big milestone this week; my two month anniversary as a ‘hypercarnivore’. Yep you read that right. I’d been toying with the idea of going ‘full carnivore’ for a while, and as I returned from a meat feast of a holiday in the Philippines, the time felt right. I’m not the first one
3am. After a merciful couple of weeks of half decent sleep the insomnia came back with a vengeance last night. Having fallen asleep shortly before midnight I woke up a few hours later and laid awake for two hours hoping sleep would come back to me. It was not to be, so I’ve fired up
It’s a funny thing, if you had told me a year ago that I would be writing and publishing my memoirs for all and sundry to read on the internet I would have likely scoffed. Don’t get me wrong, I had thought about writing a blog long before I actually got round to doing it. It
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
