I always loved ninjas. I always wanted to become one (and a witch, and an elven battle-mage, but that’s not important now). After I got the right physique, the all-black training clothes, plus the mysterious atmosphere (I’m an introvert and my “people skills” are “rusty”, therefore I’m mysterious, duh.), I was pretty sure that I was a ninja. At least until my jerk cat said otherwise. She knows that I’m insecure and she is playing at it. My fault, I guess. But she is still a jerk.
Continue reading Jerk cat suggests: Get a haircut.
Do you ever get the feeling of wanting to do something totally opposite of your usual pastime? Like when you are watching a movie about dancing, and you think ‘Damn, I should start to learn ballet‘. Or start to play guitar. Or sign up for an astronomy class, without knowing anything about the subject. Continue reading What I have learned by randomly starting parkour
I like pretty dresses and nice shoes, just like any other girl. I like to do my hair and wear makeup. A year ago and further back, my outfit was on the point, my mascara, eyebrows and winged eyeliner were truly fab. Now when I arrive somewhere, the first thing people notice is; ‘she looks tired and sweaty…wow, is she wearing sweatpants and soft-shell jacket?…Why is she wearing her hair in a side-braid all the time…?‘
Yes. These are the problems of the outdoor-girl.
Continue reading Outdoor-girl’s problem
We are the fitness generation. Everybody is super-hyped about trying different diets, lose weight and be skinny. To be honest, I don’t blame the people who are following these trends, wherever I look (be that on TV, online or in magazines) I see that I’m not perfect, and/or I could still improve.
Unfortunately, for folks who tend to think low of themselves, this can be a tremendous pressure. I have dealt with the same problem. Mostly I didn’t want to start doing anything because i was worried what others might think of me. Will I look silly? Will they laugh at me? I would rather just exercise in secret, and when I get hot, I will go public, right? To the people who think like that: I feel you. But sometimes you have to fake it first, then make it.
Continue reading Me and my muffin top – how to lose fat fast
I love to wake up early. I love to get my nice, warm cup of coffee, if I have time, toasted rye-bread with peanut butter and an avocado. I love to talk to my hubby and kiss him goodbye before he leaves for work. Although, it wasn’t always like this. I used to think 09.00 was early. So here is my question; can you become a morning person?
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Danish people are very open and friendly, and I have to admit, it was a big change for me to deal with Danes. It is also a very good country to live in, and people know it. Continue reading Living in Denmark 101
Last week we had a crazy weather. Spring was coming with a usual, powerful wind. It was so strong, at some point on I had 40 knots blowing against me. I had a hard time getting on my bicycle (no kidding), there was many times when I almost lost my balance and fell. I’m sure I looked quite funny though, jumping on one leg, gaping like a fish… Continue reading Spring weather
Biking. Copenhagen is one of the most bikeable cities in Europe and Danes takes rules very seriously…although sometimes they happen to forget them. Just…use hand signals and always look around before turning, and then if anything happens, at least you can say it wasn’t your fault. Continue reading Biking in Copenhagen
Sometimes it’s not what you have to do, but how to stay on the track. I always had a hard time staying motivated, and I’m the queen of procrastination. In order to make my every-days more qualitative, I decided to change a few things. I’m happy to say that not only I stuck to my goals, but I became a happier, more confident person. Here is how:
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During my first year spent in Denmark, I went to Gerlev Idrætshøjskole. It’s a sports school. The funny thing was, I couldn’t care less about sports and fitness, I just went because my friend was goading me (and I thank God she did!). Continue reading A year in a Danish folk high school