The first Sunday of the rest of my life

The first Sunday of the rest of my life

It’s been a long time since I woke up on a Sunday, feeling nothing but pure anticipation. That giddy feeling that only a new adventure or a heavy crush can bring (woot-woot!). I feel like a million bucks right now and I won’t analyze it any further – just enjoy it.

Another thing that makes me happy all over the place* is using this body of mine for what it’s meant to do – breaking a sweat while getting stronger. Something I tend to forget during busy times, even though it’s the perfect cure for all evil.

Well, today was unbusy and I opened my eyes and immediately thought of that old pair of inline skates that have been tucked away since last summer. Out of sight, out of mind apparently – it’s one of my favorite ways of working out, but somehow I just forgot all about it this summer.

Well, I rolled down the elevator (no stairs policy recommended when wearing wheels) and stumbled out on the street (there’s always a Bambi-vibe to the first skates of the season) with my two partners in sweat – Eric & Linnea. They biked, I skated and we were on a roll for about 10ks. Smashing!

I wrapped it up by doing tabatas in the playground while L got rid of excess energy (too).

Today came pretty close to Bucket Life awesomeness – a little less concrete, a little more countryside and we’re there…
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Balance is key!

* Famous quote from the Swedish Prince Daniel

Fuck CancerFuck Cancer

Fuck CancerFuck Cancer

On October 24th 1999, I sat by my mom’s side as she died. I was 21, she was 43 and it still makes no sense.

Her name was Anna-Klara and she loved hugs, warm weather and salty liquorice.

There’s not a lot in this world that I hate – in fact I love it to the most part. But there are certain things I just can’t seem to find any good in and cancer is right on the top of that list. I hate cancer and the fact that it just ate my mom from within, only to die with her. It’s so pointless it makes me weary just thinking about it.

This October marks 15 years since her passing and I want to do something for her. And I want my very first project here to be about that; about her and about fighting cancer.

This project involves me, my sister, photography, charity and action. And, if my plan works out, a whole bunch of people saving lives through a small donation.

My goal is to collect 15000 SEK before October 24th – 1000 kronor for each year she’s been gone. I have set up a fundraising page for mum –  at the Swedish Cancer Fund. All money raised go straight into their research fund (not through me to be clear).

There will also be more to this project – so stay tuned…

…oh, and while you wait – click to #fuckcancer!

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On October 24th 1999, I sat by my mom’s side as she died. I was 21, she was 43 and it still makes no sense.

Her name was Anna-Klara and she loved hugs, warm weather and salty liquorice.

There’s not a lot in this world that I hate – in fact I love it to the most part. But there are certain things I just can’t seem to find any good in and cancer is right on the top of that list. I hate cancer and the fact that it just ate my mom from within, only to die with her. It’s so pointless it makes me weary just thinking about it.

This October marks 15 years since her passing and I want to do something for her. And I want my very first project here to be about that; about her and about fighting cancer.

This project involves me, my sister, photography, charity and action. And, if my plan works out, a whole bunch of people saving lives through a small donation.

My goal is to collect 15000 SEK before October 24th – 1000 kronor for each year she’s been gone. I have set up a fundraising page for mum –  at the Swedish Cancer Fund. All money raised go straight into their research fund (not through me to be clear).

There will also be more to this project – so stay tuned…

…oh, and while you wait – click to #fuckcancer!

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Chapter one

Chapter one

My alarm clock went off at 6:45 this morning. I was insanely tired but with a tingling sensation inside. The last day at work comes with a weird combo – it feels like New Years Eve and breaking up with someone all at once.

I’ve had the best set of colleagues there is. I hate leaving them. On the other hand – I’m stepping out into the most thrilling adventure and it was just the right time.

So – after a successful final project delivery, me and my colleague – who also did her last day today – celebrated finish and start with some bubbly whilst finishing up our years of work at the office.

Then I stepped out for the last time, closing one chapter. And starting a new one.

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Bye, bye – and hello!

 

Love food

Love food

Oh, how I love food that combines taste and aesthetics with being good for you.
It’s almost too god to be true, but this dish exists – I just had it!

Halloumi & Edamame Salad

1. Bring out your loveliest plate an fill it with your choice of green salad.
2. Fry halloumi cheese and chop it up into small chunks
3. Boil edamame pods in salted water and squeeze out the beans from the pod
4. Sprinkle, pour and put your fave salad ingredients on top of the green salad along with the halloumi, edamame beans and fine chopped fresh coriander
4. Make a coriander pesto

Serve and ENJOY!

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Monday Funday

Monday Funday

For many of us, monday means stepping into to the everyday spiral of duties, alarm clocks and time management. Time to work, time to perform. Little time to reflect.

On the ”Healthy me”-theme, I have decided to turn mondays into fundays.

Every monday I will do something out of pure lust – like going to the movies, learning something rather useless, seeing someone I haven’t seen for a while or maybe just take a day off and try something I have never tried before.

The only rule is to break the everyday rules.

The premiere #mondayfunday activity? Googling ”knitting tutorial” and wasting some decent yarn. A good start to a great concept.

What would you do to chase away a monday mood? 

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