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Diet…. See its such a complex and delicate topic that before even starting to share my thoughts with you ….I just have to do a quick pit stop in the kitchen and grab that packet of Lays chips calling for me. (No judging ok?) So yes they clearly indicate the amounts of kilojoules and calories and fat content per packet goodness they go on and on to milli fat percentages in the crumbs left in packet! But naaaaahhh they never list the good stuff? For instance: Goof Stuff about chips is how while you write and eat chips its been clinically proven on some bubblegum wrapper to enhance creativity and boost grammatical abilities almost instantly!(nom-nom) I reckon the most fatty fats only hit my butt the next day anyway? Fatties are mos slow….. And by then I’ve climbed the stairs twice anyway… See…?? I see the packet of chips “half-full”!!!
Ok Ok …. I know somewhere a gymbunny or nutritionist reading my blog is practically having some coronary attack (isn’t it ironic?), I would just like to advise everyone to not try this at home. This is my humble opinion which probably don’t mean anything to them.. or anyone…But it’s my blog and I’ll write what I want to!

So lets just get on the same page here….I’m not saying eat untill they have to lift you with a crane? But why feel punished everyday? Just knowing your on a diet is alone standing such a small word but it will make a grown man cry lemme tell you that! I mean from out of the blocks you hit a depro smack down in the middle… and then when you’re SOOOOO excited you go divide your broccli and chickens into tiny little ziplock bags. Then… yes THEN only do I even start to remotely try to get my ass off the couch from drooling over a perfectly episode of Vampire Diaries.. to go wobble my little dribbly bits right in front of a boy who could have easily been playing Damon in Vampire Diaries and probably the world’s sexiest MILF in her perfectly fitted designer fitness outfit, fully glamorous and not ONE drop of perspiration on her entire body!!! I mean WHAT THE &%#@!!!!!
How in the world will I WANT to do that to myself 5 days a week??? (yes 5 days, I have limits!).

Here we go I’m just gonna come out with it: (serious deep throat cleansing happening now…ghe-uhm)
Hi……….. my name is Jeanette (insert a friendly “Hi Jeanette” greeting here).. and I like to eat WHAT I want WHEN I want. I happen to want to eat broccoli! 😀 hehehe
I reckon BALANCE is the only word to really try (its late, I understand) to try to remember from this blog post..
B-A-L-A-N-C-E — BHA-BA-BLACK-SHEEP.. (Now I’ve lost you again right?) I’m trying to say I don’t sit still and watch my ass grow? There’s allot better things, and “fun” things you can do that won’t even feel like excercise….??? (evil grin) Please refer to my tjommie’s contact detailsdown below (pardon the pun) for awesome “weights” and “cardio-tools” for AWESOME workouts!!!! You can thank me later!

See I’m a Rep on the Road (huh I’m a poet and I don’t even know it?) 😀 Actually now that I think about it, that would make a great country song: “I’m a rep on the long and winding road” Yes just thank your lucky stars you’re not here to listen to me sing it …..So back to my day job, most of the day we’re hardly in one position longer than 30minutes (no not THOSE positions).
We walk,run,climb,beg,kneel (see there I go again) our way through the day… The tips of my heel’s don’t get to see the end of the week my friend!
I wonder how many steps we give in a day? 24 days, 9 hours a day……I mean take that stepmaster! Suck on that you sexy bloke on that bike in the little glass room that goes nowhere…. On top of that we could easily substitute as one of those taxi’s in Mozambique (no i WASN’T about to say OVERWEIGHT !! “tht”) I mean we’re like back and forth “o grieve Im honestly not doing this on purpose” hehehe from your office to the customer. You grab the laptop, handbag (as good as any weights) the coolbox with the 12 apples and 4 bottles iced water? Heavy as hell. Oh and then the customers files… Its crazy…it’s excersice camouflaged in a commission slip!!! How clever is that????

Yes so the excercise gets done someway ok? and I don’t see those options to choose from in the online vitality health review??? Oh nooooo I’m 69 years old according to them because I don’t go to the “Virgin” club…..

Then I’d also like to hereby solemnly swear that I will NEVER…EVER… substitute my Bigmac for a chicken salad !!!!
I WILL not substitute my glass of red wine for water !!!!! (I hear some strong supporters in the crowd) and
I WILL finally fall down on the couch after a crappy day and perv over Damon!
See I can read minds, I know you might wonder why??? Do you want to know why????? (gimme an air punch)
……BEEEEEECAAAAAAUSE……..
A glass of water does NOT make me happy or sexy (depending on what side of the glass you are) after the 3rd glass!!!
nor
does it make me sleep like a little baby? NO water makes me pee right thru the night and after my 2litres per day I feel like a Willy Walter the Wobbly tank!!
Another thing: (I’m on a rollnow, not physicalyy rolling.. no :))
I do not feel healthier when I start exercising.. I feel like crap!! Sweaty,your legs wobble, you smell terrible and my entire face is blood-red!! Who started with that line?? Then the next day after an “amazing” workout yesterday the three sets of stairs I have to climb at work around 7 times a day is TORTURE on my already sore jello legs!
Sometime’s.. only SOMEtimes I will go for a run out in my not so lovely neighbourhood….only cause I know I HAVE to get back home…:D and then when I come back red-faced and on the verge of an asthma attack, yes then I do drink a whole bottle of cold water and not my usual glass of dry red wine…(Blah blah) Ok enough pep talk for one night…. for the under achievers I know its late and almost Friday so don’t worry this is a below average class and I’m just going to get on with it….
MAKE IT FUN, NAUGHTY, NICE, PROFITABLE EVEN… disguise the living shit out of it because if you don’t know it’s a DIET or EXCERCISE you can’t hate it!!!!!!!

Huh? huh? Not only a pretty face ne? I have a few extra brain cells lying around…. on the couch… perving…
Ok that’s all for now, class dismissed! If it’s quite alright with all of you I’ll go suck on lettuce leaf now ……

Ok Damon, you can stay behind for detention!

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So born and bred in Pretoria and my whole very conservative Afrikaner family tree branches out throughout the “noord transvaal” so when saying that you probably don’t need to be a brain surgeon to figure out that I’m a loud and proud “BLOU BUL” supporter!!! (And I don’t wanna hear anything about the colour pink ok??)

Now I just wanna emphasize the fact that this is part of our culture here in Pretoria. In grade one kids in other provinces learn to sing the national anthem, we are only allowed to sing the “Bulls anthem” 🙂

One-day in grade 1 the teacher heard my friend asking me if my dad also supported the WP and I said no he supports the KP! (referring to the Political Party at that stage) 🙂 I didn’t know that there were any other teams playing?

I mean, I’m sure your mom also have the birthday calendar behind the toilet door right? With the birth dates of all the aunties and uncles who you’ve never even met before… My mom had every Bulls players birthday on there as well, updated yearly!! Thank god for twitter and Facebook otherwise she would have still tried and call Franchois Hougaard on he’s birthday!
Anyhow…

The point I’m trying to make is that we are a completely different species us Bulls… Don’t try to understand us cause you won’t! We’ve only had one cd in the car on our way to holiday (from grade 1 up to gr 12). Everything in Dad’s bar is proudly Bulls branded! My first born’s only baby grow was bought at Loftus!! And if it’s a girl now lately there’s pink available too! While growing up in my teens I tried to hide from it, I really did but it was impossible!! Bulls was like the fat “tannie” in your family that would find you and pinch those cheeks in front of everyone no matter where you hide .. they’ll find you!

Then I started Varsity and you don’t get closer to Loftus… So Tuks of Niks here we come!! I was day student and the 1st initiation I had was a lesson on who played what position in the Currie Cup cause let me tell you if you had any hope of picking up one of the Tuks 1st team rugby oukies you had to know your shit!

So with all of their phone numbers and numerous lessons out of my mom’s bluebulls stats book, I relatively easy got the handle on things and my mom was sooooooo proud of me! In my final year of Varsity when I graduated she gave me ALL her memorabilia! (I shit you not)

As if my mom wasn’t proud enough my sister and I decided to show of our young bodies (this was a few years back ok?) and not where??… At Loftus Versveld during the Currie Cup finals nogals!! The idea was to attract a bit of attention and hopefully meet an eligable young bachelor you can bring home to meet the parents sometime.. So we painted ourselves bulls blue – completely blue… and for bottoms took the bulls flags and wrapped it around our waists .. We bought whiskey tot-packs and hid them in our bra’s. So actually we were 32 C’s but at Bulls games we were 38 DD’s!! Loaded the Cadac and Coolerbox on Sarie (my Varsity Mazda Bakkie) and off we went…

So the idea of attracting “a little” attention completely blew up in our faces when Absa decided to choose us as the winning Bulls supporters, gave us a red coach on the field to watch the game on, and we got to run onto the field just before the team came running up through that tunnel! Ok so there and then I shatted myself!! It all clicked and I knew why Bulls supporters are all soooooo passionate!! Best day of my life… And to top it all off the next Monday I was driving old Sarie to campus when a little black boy came running towards my window trying to get me to buy the Beeld.. At first I waved him away but then my eye caught the FRONTPAGE … Holy mother of Loftus Versveld there were my sis and I in all our glory painted blue…. printed on the coverpage… I almost drove Sarie into a Jacaranda tree…

So my mom still have the lifesize Beeld frontpage framed,hanging in the living room! The whole “noord transvaal family branch” was sent a copy!

I accepted my fate and still today remain a proud Bulls supporter, superbru and tweet all the players on their birthdays! Both my sons probably yelled “skop hom Frikkie” before they said “mommy” and we still play the Bulls song when we braai!

NOU die BLOU!!!

For more info on our Bulls culture kindly go to:
http://www.thebulls.co.za/home.aspx