I'm back and full of good energies and missed you all so much! I went to Brazil with my daughter for 3 weeks and as usual going to Brasil does bring back my insecurities but it makes me work hard to get the self image a boost. First you get there after 24 hours without sleep and totally bloated from three flights and you know you're above weight and Brazil is the place to feel self conscience on the image you project. I got there one day after my Birthday and my mom was the best, she spoiled me and my daughter so much!
It's good to be spoiled and loved and going back to spend time with the F-A-M-I-L-Y ...
My father's had a younger brother called Henrique do Valle that died in 1981 of an overdose result caused by the time the coup 1964 when my family was exiled and after that non of the young children exiled was ever the same. My uncle was a pure and beautiful soul and a poet that had lightness of fairies and rage of a generation oppressed , so a few months ago I was contacted by an editorial and press about his work being me his only living relative I gave them the material and signed authorization for a new book. In Brazil this month I went to the book launch and what an honour to see my relatives and many people who loves his work there. I remember sitting by his lap and pressing the buttons of his writing machine orange coloured in his bedroom. Legend says I was the only one allowed to touch it. I was 3 years old when he passed away...
I went to a magical place called Gravatal in Santa Catarina where important things along my life happened. The Hotel Termas do Gravatal international has a wealth of healthy programs and volcanic waters released for a few hours a day in to marble baths and the waters are warm at around 37*C naturally from the source. I grew up going there since there is a special friend of my mom and my dad and mine who owns it. She is the most beautiful woman with the giant heart of a lioness like me. When I was a teen she took me there for a few weeks to take my drivers licence and would just lend me the car to practice. And when I met my husband I took him there and we spent our honey moon there. This place is located between green mountains with tracks to hike, mud baths, wine therapy baths, chocolate baths and all sorts of therapeutic massages and therapies. Going there with my daughter and having those jets of pure thermal water cleansing and massaging my being. Seeing friends I grew up with was just rejuvenating and perfect. My mom was so sweet to look after my daughter and letting me heal and enjoy that paradise.
Then I went to my hairdresser Dimi Rafaelli and he did his miracle on me with the brazilian hair keratine brush followed by a many/pedi at the same time with a waxing and my eyelashes being permanently curled up by Carmen Barcellos both in Porto Alegre, Hugo Beauty Lageado.
I need to confess that I have caved in to a little botox in my forehead perfectly performed by a dermatologist specialized in beauty called Veronica Bender in Porto Alegre as well..
Thanks Brazil for lifting my self image to the sky!
mens sana in corpore sano
“Mujeres al borde de un ataque de nervios” from Almodovar is more like me at this moment in time. I’m near the wrong side of my thirties and haven’t been exercising for a few months for I figured that paying for gym was healthy enough right? I have found my long lost love for marshmallows in the microwave and COKE not the ZERO COKE but the red sugary one. I guess I could blame it on anxiety but the truth is that I have been too lazy to contemplate exercise. I am back then, Monday I went to a step class into which I fell on my bottom but got up with all the grace I could master and continued to a body pump class, funny enough I have spent two days resembling a limping robot when I walk. The lactic acid in my muscles did not allow me to go down the stairs without the noises to accompany from “huu ouch f… han ouchy” or just a scream of pain much less up the stairs. By the end of day yesterday my husband and daughter were both on the verge of “HARAKIRY”. Needless to say I went to the gym today and did double the weights from Monday and ran. Summer will come and no, I do not intend to become a triathlon champion but I intend to feel good inside this lovely temple of mine for I have to live with it. I wish I could eat whatever I wanted and be really skinny blaming on my super fast metabolism and say things like “I have always tried to gain weight but it is impossible” or “I never exercised and I am a chocaholic but my weight is always the same. I am just lucky” but instead I am human and normal so I can say that if my body is in good shape is thanks to hard work and starvation denial mode.
My compulsive behaviour unfortunately won’t allow me to do things in equilibrium so now I am determined to gym it and I will do it until I get into some other kind of trip.
Note to self or MOTO of the season is
mens sana in corpore sano
The phrase comes from Satire X of the Roman poet Juvenal (10.356). It is the first in a list of what is desirable in life:
|English translation:You should pray for a healthy mind in a healthy body. Ask for a stout heart that has no fear of death, and deems length of days the least of Nature’s gifts that can endure any kind of toil, that knows neither wrath nor desire and thinks the woes and hard labors of Hercules better than the loves and banquets and downy cushions of Sardanapalus. What I commend to you, you can give to yourself; For assuredly, the only road to a life of peace is virtue.
|In original Latin:orandum est ut sit mens sana in corpore sano. fortem posce animum mortis terrore carentem, qui spatium vitae extremum inter munera ponat naturae, qui ferre queat quoscum que labores, nesciat irasci, cupiat nihil et potiores Herculis aerumnas credat saevosque labores et venere et cenis et pluma Sardanapalli. monstro quod ipse tibi possis dare; semita certe tranquillae per virtutem patet unica vitae. —Roman poet Juvenal (10.356-64)
I have observed other blogs and as a complete newbie in this game I have got to be honest and spill it. No I didn't start a blog to record memories as nice little life Journal and my life is not so interesting that made from my blog a fashionable Freshly pressed blog. And no again, I do not have only one single subject I am writing about or a goal related to my blog. And maybe I will fail to meet world domination through this humble blog.
Again I have to say that I don't think I will be introducing any ideas unexplored already. And yes I am and have always been against the machine that dictates the "suggestions" and tips for a better traffic in the blog. I aim to be genuine and not a sheep 101. I started this blog because on my midlife crisis and am scared of dying as just a number more in the stats. I am afraid of being just one more puny "human being". I am cold with fear of mortality and anonymity.