Well, this has been a long time coming. My friends have been telling to write for years, finally technology has cottoned on to my laziness and has made it easy to write and possibly be read. Sof sof someone invented "The blog". Haleluja!

For the good order of things; a little about myself: I was born in Israel, grew up in Australia and have gone back and forth 5-6 times throughout my adult life. I am now 30, single (divorced) and living in Tel Aviv (where else..?!). Life is good to me here, and it's sad to say but life in Israel is a little nicer to me because I'm Australian. Funny thing is, I don’t feel Australian. I feel Israeli. Very Israeli. But that is not the point of this blog – it's only a brief and not very explanatory way of explaining why I'm writing in English. I still (mostly) think in English, it flows better and I type faster.

Several things are happening in my life right now; I'm developing a new business, I have recently decided to loose 10 kilo's and I'm on the dating scene – which is the source of much entertainment for my friends. If I didn’t laugh about it I would have to cry (and who has time to deal with puffy eyes when you're building a business, going to the gym and getting ready for another date…)

I decided to loose my ass 8 weeks ago – it was always an issue. An issue I did my best to ignore for the last 30 years. I spend a lot of energy convincing myself and those around me that I felt fine with my body, that I have always had men in my life, many admirers and that thank God – not all men liked skinny girl. I cater to those who don't. Skinny is fine, I have nothing against good looking slim women (besides the fact that they are bitches and I hate them ;) but I'm not skinny. Not even slim. I am who I am – A real woman with an ass. I didn’t have a problem with myself, I just always felt the need to excuse myself, explain how happy I was. And never go to the beach with the intension of getting in the water – I was fine with the way I looked, but still not ready to parade my cellulite to a beach full of trim, tanned, terrific looking bodies.

Six weeks ago something changed, a penny dropped. I decided to loose the damn 10 kilo's as a project. And in the words of Niki I told myself 'Just do it'. I removed carbohydrates, fats and sugars from my life, almost completely. I added lettuce, grilled chicken and gym, lots and lots of gym. (And no, gym is not a man!!).

Now the trick to long term weight lose (as I am sure you all know) is not to "diet" but to "change your eating habits" it's for life. Forever! And that’s the part that is so depressing. No one will ever be able to convince me that a salad is nicer and more satisfying then schnitzel with chips or pasta in a cream sauce. Bullshit! Fatty food tastes better – and don’t bother arguing because x% of this countries population are over weight, and it's not because their eating yummy salads….

So that’s what's happening in my life – and I promise that in what follows there will be good humor and positivity – my intention is not to whine to the world.

Drop me a line if you have something to add – I will be happy to respond. Cheers, M