March 16th, 2013
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"My Life is Beautiful"

On my last day in Brisbane I woke up in a crappy mood. I don’t know why (bahaha, false), but for whatever reason, I did. I was lonely, and just felt so over this whole travel thing. I wanted to be back in sunny Melbourne, and not in rainy, I-don’t-know-anyone, Brisbane.

But nonetheless I dragged myself to the beach. Anything to get out of the hostel! I was bitter, lonely, and despite being in a new, fantastic place, I felt sorry for myself. I know, I know *shaking head.*

By the time I had gotten to the beach, the sun had slipped slightly through the clouds. Well, enough to convince me to place my towel on the sand and plonk my butt down and continue my party for one.

After about 20 minutes, as I was staring out at the big, blue, sea with just me, myself & I, a young French couple walked past and placed their beach things a few metres away from me. But before sitting down to enjoy the slither of sun, the guy turned to me and said, “we’re going in. Come too?”

This random stranger’s invitation to join him and his girlfriend in the ocean took me by surprise and I responded a mumbled, “oh? no. Thanks though, but no no, I’m fine.” And then he and she insisted. Twice. Three times. “Okay.” I’m not sure what changed my mind, perhaps their complete enthusiasm to go swimming, or my boredom, but suddenly I was taking off my sun dress, and getting ready to go swimming.

On Sara’s command, the three of us ran into the water and saw who could dive under without hesitation (I lost), and then there we stood, waist deep, and chatting about the common things travellers do (home country, age, name, where you going? how long? where you been? etc.). And as the conversation slowed down, the clouds moved on, and sun moved into full view, Alex threw his arms into the air, looked at the horizon and said, “my life is beautiful.”

"My life is beautiful," my goodness, what a line. It was truly a pleasure to see this couple living in the moment, but more importantly being so appreciative of their opportunities. It was the swift kick in the ass I needed to wake up, open my eyes and look around, because absolutely, life is beautiful. My life is beautiful, and I am truly so thankful for everything I’ve go to do & experience so far.

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March 14th, 2013
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AND THEN ANGELA FROM CANADA ARRIVED AND HOLY HELL ALL THESE CAPITALS ARE DESERVED BECAUSE I AM SOOOOO EXCITED TO HAVE MY VERY FAVOURITE FRIEND HERE!!!!!!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

AND THEN ANGELA FROM CANADA ARRIVED AND HOLY HELL ALL THESE CAPITALS ARE DESERVED BECAUSE I AM SOOOOO EXCITED TO HAVE MY VERY FAVOURITE FRIEND HERE!!!!!!!! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

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March 14th, 2013
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~ Brisbane, Australia ~

Brisbane-Brisbane-Brisbane, what to say about Brisbane? Brisbane was a nice city. A nice, normal, nothing-that-special, city. I had been told a day was sufficient for it, but due to the weather (and thus not travelling to the beautiful nearby islands) I stayed in Brisbane for six days! SIX DAYS! That’s a long time alone in a foreign city, sleeping in a dorm room with 7 other people, and watching the torrential rain outside, but, but still it was quite fun!

  • Firstly, I wanted to mention hostel-dorm living. I’ve been in many-a-dorm in my time, ranging from 20+ people in a room, to 4, which means I’ve met a lot of people along the way. And? And I always find it so interesting to see peoples’ manners - how they vary so much. Take my Brisbane hostel for example. 7 people in the room sleeping at 4am, and then BAMN! lights on, cell phone out, and this girl starts chatting up a storm to her boyfriend on the other side of the world… literally as if no one is in the room. For reals, what what she thinking? I find some people so inconsiderate of others, it’s incredible.
  • While I was in Brisbane they also shut down their main, downtown area (CBD - Central Business District) because of a gunman! A gunman! I had been in the exact area literally about an hour before.
  • I also spent the day with one of the most pessimistic people I’ve ever met anywhere ever. EVER. This girl, who was travelling for a year, could not say one happy thing about the world. After walking around the city with her, I went from being annoyed, to amused. I made it my goal for her to smile and become pleased & happy about something (anything!), but nope, nothing. Even when we found $2 burgers(!!!) she complained about that.
  • I got to see Damo! Remember? Remember? My little romance in the Himalayas (as if that actually happened?). I actually drank more than my weight in beer with Damo, his friend, and his new GF, and it was soooo great to catch up. They were all so kind and wonderful, and let me tell you, it is extremely nice to see a familiar face in a foreign land.
  • Speaking of familiar, beautiful faces, I also met up with Alice - twice! Lucky, lucky me! I met Alice in Melbourne a while ago through a Tumblr meet up, and her bloggy is one my favs. She actually reminds me a lot of, well, umm, me. Well, me in my running-dedicated-losing-weight time. She was gracious enough to drive me up the coast to Noosa, a beautiful surfing town about 1.5 hours north of Brissy, and hang out with me. Noosa was lovely (despite the rainy/windy weather) and we played in the waves for a good hour - where I couldn’t stop giggling like a school girl. Twas wonderful!

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March 14th, 2013
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The Gold Coast

Oh. Oh hello there. Liz here. Typing this photo-bomb of a post to you from sunny rainy, Brisbane, in Australia’s self proclaimed “Sunshine State,” Queensland.

Did you know the Gold Coast has an average of 300 days of sunshine a year? So yup, unfortunately as fate would have it, I landed during a rainy, rainy, (rainy!!!!) time of year, but luckily just as I headed up the Q1 Tower, the sun came out for a moment in time (woop!).

So, my thoughts on Surfer’s Paradise? The town located bang in the middle of the Gold Coast? Hmmmmm, how can I put this delicately? Oh who cares - it was a seedy-seedy city, and I, for one, thought it didn’t live up to it’s name. 

I’d imagine 15 - 20 years ago it was lovely, but it’s now overrun with teenage backpackers looking to get as drunk as possible each & every night, and then lay on the beach hungover during the day and meet their new potential mate for the night. So, needless to say, not my cup of tea - but I have to admit, the coast sure was pretty to sea (PUN!).

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March 9th, 2013
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2:19am Thoughts.

  • I’ve written four posts in the last two days and drafted all four:
  • There’s the, I hate who I am right now, post. A post about how my brain is running 3.2 million miles a minute and all I want to do is contact him. And how I hate how I feel I need him. How I want him. And how I called him and it rang 3 times, then stopped. How he’s with her and it hurts so f*cking badly I fear my heart may burn a hole through my chest.
  • Then there’s the Gold Coast post. A post about my day trip down the Great Australian coast yesterday. But there are too many photos for my current Internet to handle, and I’ve tried three times to upload it, but get an error message each time. So annoying.
  • And thirdly there’s a post on trust. How I’ve lost mine, and I hate that. How I am, well, was a trusting person and now it’s gone. Just like that. And I question everything said to me, and it never used to be like this. And I hate him for taking it away from me… so damn much.
  • And lastly, a post on being alone. Why? Because I am alone right now in Brisbane. It’s had its ups, and downs, as travelling alone does. I had a fabulous day with myself yesterday and even being on a beach in a bathing suit left me quite content with who I am. But then last night I was thinking how we’re told to be happy being alone, but what if you are happy alone, but still want a man… is that really so bad?
  • After this trip (Sydney, Paris & London included) I am done travelling. At least for a while. I used to be terrified I’d never want to settle down, but now as I type this to you, the thing I want most is to have a house, with my things, my dog, and the colours I chose on the walls. I want a home.
  • When I think of ‘home,’ I now think of Melbourne. I can’t exactly pinpoint when this changed, but it has.
  • I hardly ate today. There. I said it. Typed it. Whatever. Partly because I didn’t feel like it, partly to save money, and partly because I really want to lose weight. Whatever. Deal with it. It’s true. In high school when I felt hungry I’d say to myself, “you’re winning,” but I don’t feel that hungry right now. Too many thoughts, perhaps.
  • So there is a new guy in my world and he is so sweet, too sweet. So sweet and nice and kind, in fact I feel like I don’t deserve him. He told me I gave him butterflies tonight; nobody has ever said that to me. But. But I am confused and still hurt, and torn at what to do. I have 60 days left in Australia. 60 days, that’s it.
  • I spoke to a 19-year-old in my hostel tonight. A girl from New Zealand who has come over to Australia to nanny. We spoke about love, and heartache, and travelling. I told her to enjoy her twenties - they’ll go by in a flash. And I told her she’d change, and grow, and to try to figure out who she is. I like to think that’s what I did. I even told her I was somewhat excited for my 30s - I really feel like I’ll know who I am then, what I want, and not waste time on frivolous things. And you know what? I meant it.
  • Angela arrives in just over 24 hours, but hey, who’s counting? She is my fabulous friend from home and I am going to cry-cry-cry when I see her walk through the gates. The first familiar face from home in 15 months. I am so, so excited, I can’t even sleep right now.
  • I’m nervous to post this, I’ve been too honest, but take it or leave it, these are my thoughts at 2:19am at night.
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March 9th, 2013
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A day on the not-so-sunshine-y, Sunshine Coast.

(Photo via Instagram)

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March 7th, 2013
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Healthy Living on Vacation

As everyone and their mother knows I gained most some of my weight back in 2011 from travelling. Really and truly, I thought I was invincible to calories and weight gain because I was on vacation. I would look at food as experiences, and not as, holy-hell-that-is-gonna-make-me-tubs. 

Well, ever since my epic fail, I’ve become quite conscious that travelling is still real life, and when travelling, effort needs to be put forth in an attempt to maintain and/or shed some poundage (ps. I never try to lose weight on trips, just maintain).

Remember Perth? Well Anna and I managed to maintain our weight and still live it up in the city (oh hai there stumbling down the street with McDonalds fries at 4am and the worst hangover I’ve ever had in my adult years, wut up?). But I won’t lie to you, it was quite the obsession of ours - must. eat. healthy. Must. not. gain. weight.

And then there was New Zealand. I travelled New Zealand with my friend Natalie who doesn’t give a hoot about weight, or food or calories. She is actually the most sane/normal person I have ever met regarding food. Whereas I associate road trips with treats & candy, Natalie associated it with a bottle of water. Another example of how normal she is: We woke up one morning to find a loaf of bread in our hostel’s kitchen with a sign that read “FREE.”  Natalie got excited as she handed me two slices of bread (no toaster/butter/anything) and said, “excellent, this will fill us up until lunch.” She views food purely as fuel. I view food purely as, “mmm you are so delicious, all the food must get in ma belly now!” Ha, but you know. We’re different. So essentially in New Zealand I pretended not to be obsessed with food and just followed what Natalie did - and get this, I LOST weight. And nope, I never went hungry, I just ate normally.  

And now I am travelling again, but this time there is no Anna to help me eat healthy, and no Natalie to secretly copy, which means, the pressure is on. But, but I think I’ve done really well lately…

Last night I went to the grocery store and put my hostel’s kitchen to good use. I made myself a delicious salad, and lunch for today… ta-da!

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(not paleo - as there was feta cheese in there).

And then this morning I woke up and made myself Paleo Pancakes - sooo good, and a great talking point. (Pss. As if my ‘paleo pancakes’ post hit 15,000+ notes! Crazy!!)

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(totally brought the cinnamon from home in anticipation of this - balla’!)

AND, then this morning I also went to CrossFit Brisbane. It was, ummm, intense. The people there were SO fit it was unbelievable and *very* intimidating. Seriously, I felt bad for telling my blog, “sign up for CrossFit” because it’s soooooo terrifying walking into a new CrossFit. The pros/elites/people-with-god-like-bodies were finishing off the CrossFit Games Open WOD 13.1, which had just been released - it was incredible to watch.

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99 men to 1 woman. Well, at least that’s what it felt like. I could also not stop staring at some of the guys’ bodies. I was *that* girl with drool running down my face. Fine specimen those men were, fine, sexy, men indeed.

But! But the downside to the Workout of the Day (WOD) was this: I really felt (could be wrong, but this is what I felt) that because I wasn’t fit (or don’t look it), I wasn’t taken that seriously. Like, the trainers didn’t care too much. They discouraged me from doing band pull-ups, and made me do ring-dips when I really wanted my money’s worth, to push myself, and get a good workout. It was kind of frustrating.

Anywho, a *huge* thank you to Mary who was my partner this morning and who drove me back to my hostel - I shall make sure to pay her kindness forward.

And let it be known I also got myself a McDonald’s cone-in-a-cup this afternoon when I sat down to plan the rest of my trip. File under: balance.

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March 6th, 2013
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Today on Instagram (username: Fabulizzles - follow along for lots more pics!): Melbourne —> Brisbane!

I know this sounds silly, but…

I am still so amazed by airplanes. There you are in a specific location at a moment in time, and then suddenly you’re in another, brand new place a mere few hours later; really, it blows my mind.

I’ve never been scared of flying; just amazed.

Amazed that such a big, metal, thing can zoom into the sky and fly. And. And looking out of plane windows, looking out to the world below is truly one of my all time favourite things to do. All the lives carrying on below, the farms in their neat rows, and the little cars zooming between places. I love seeing the houses with swimming pools, and the lakes or mountains I had no idea existed.  And I find all my problems disappear and I’m just left staring out the window at this incredible world we live in, with billions of people going about their daily routines far below.

Clouds in all their beautiful glory also make my mind drift to foreign places. The big, cumulonimbus clouds are my favourite - they remind me of being a kid - they’re the perfect clouds one would imagine floating on. And I love how if it’s raining on Earth, it’s always beautiful and sunny up above the clouds. Another, brighter world. Another world with the perfect sunset each and every night.

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Welcome! I'm Liz, the girl relieved the Internet has 0 calories. South African by birth; Canadian on paper. A marathoner. CrossFitter. Paleo (somewhat) eater. Traveler. Cheese lover. And I think you're great!



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