The great calorie debate

I've been reading some interesting little facts on the body recently.
I devour my fitness first magazine and I'm a little bit naughty on the google, and spend far too much time in the spare room gazing into the eyes of calorieking.com.au, instead of gazing into the eyes of my loving boyfriend.

I was shocked to learn that 1 pound = 3500 calories.
THREE THOUSAND, FIVE HUNDRED CALORIES.

I had abit of a freak out when I recalled that there are 2.2 pounds to a good old Aussie kg.

1 kg therefore = 7700 calories. Oh my god !#$%^&^#%$^!


Meanwhile.
I had a thought this morning, while brushing my teeth.

I would say most of my daily random thoughts happen in my bathroom, my glory room of thought... inspiration bouncing off shiny tiled walls fracturing into shards of ideas and decisions, and all other things wonderful that spurt forth from my head.

I was actually initially thinking about this blog, wondering if I would actually keep writing in it, or if it was one of those phases I'm going through. The 4 cereal boxes in my pantry remind me of 4 breakfast phases that came, and then went.. my keyboard.. a memento of that time I thought I might like to be a muso and play piano barefoot like Delta Goodrem..

I was thinking about brains, and beauty (you know, like the topic of this whole thing) and I thought immediately to celebrity.
Most who are beautiful, alot who don't necessarily ooze brains.
Then I started to wonder if that is actually a very smart and brainy thing to do.

Exhibit One:
Paris Hilton.

She drives me nuts. I don't like her voice, its too soft and girlish and fake and her nose.. which I also suspect is fake.. and then her blue eyes which are definitely fake (she has poo green/brown/yellowy eyes) and her boobs maybe? Oh the list is endless. I know her Chanel bags aren't fake and this makes me want to cry.

Paris is a complete empire, built on the back of a sextape and one whopping brand of a surname, and a shtload of money. She has perfume, tv shows, I think she has handbags too?
She would have to be the posterchild for 'dumb'. But how dumb is she really?

Is it all an act? Does she sit in a bath at night time sipping on port, listening to Bach and reading Nietzsche?

Ok I doubt it, but I do not doubt she has smarts. The dumbest thing she ever did in my opinion? Hiding them.

Why does beauty love brains? Or does brains love beauty??

Right beauties, before I say ANYTHING about my new fabulous wonderful brand spanking new blog baby, I just have to comment on this fellow.

Personally, I think the hair is a little big in this shot.. but ho-ho-bloodysucking-ho : talk about a jawline.

My only problem is that I have no interest in RPatz himself, because without the intensity of Edward Cullen.. well.. it lacks something, it's just not the same for me..
It's like skim milk, and 'I can't believe its not butter'..

This fellow, and the Twilight series has had my boyfriend in abit of a tizzy.

I was infact guilty of trying to convince my very loving boyfriend that one of us had to be either near death, experiencing something that could kill one of us, or have a killer wanting to kill us for our love to feel as intense and fabulous as the one I was reading about.

He thought I was nuts.

I thought I was having a complete intellectual breakthrough re: passion, love and all things emotionally extreme until I considered the thought that if I was infact living in a Twilight series, other than being cold and wet most of the time, I also would not be able to take my boyfriend to any Sunday BBQ's, wine tasting days or restaurants (ack!).

So Edward Cullen, I still think you're fabulous, and dark and brooding and intensely sexy.. but I really like beaches and wine, and will just have to stay with my darling patient current man - Sorry.

RIGHT SO WHERE WAS I?

Oh yes : Beauty.. and then some brains..

They go together, right?

Probably more than one would expect.

I had every intention of writing a sort-of upbeat beauty and makeup blog.. thats also abit about life and then some about other stuff.. and then realised there are only about a million other such blogs out and about that are more regularly updated, and more financially funded, and.. well, probably better (?), and cleverer than mine.

(Plus, I'm no expert on beauty).

And then I thought about it for a little while and I asked myself why I even want to write a blog, and what I really wanted to write about.. and it all came down to one thing...

I don't think we appreciate brains as being beautiful and beauty as being intelligent.

Let me leave that with you, and just because I love making and remaking and relisting a good list..

Here is a list of things that you'll probably see here, with a little bit of personal flair:

1. Beauty stuff. I love to play with makeup and more makeup and my hair (not that I have much of it after 'THE CHOP' but... I'll tell you about it and show you photos of it. Disasterous and fabulous alike.

It's like our own little slumber party. Minus the pillow fight. It'll be fun. Promise.

2. Love. If I can save you any mistakes in your own love life, I'll be a happy woman. I make lots. EVERYDAY. My boyfriend is a very tolerant (albeit, flawed and annoying in his own way) man.

3. Life. Mine, yours, the lady in the apartment below mine's.. the chick at the bus stop's..

4. Health. I am so so so into this. I read everything and anything I can get my hands on when it comes to health. Just call me your one stop medical shop. Without the medical degree. I am a nurse though. That counts, right?

(Weight loss and maintenance comes into this. I am abit obsessive with scales, I'm hoping we can all learn to embrace our inner goddess, a few extra lbs or not).

5. Spirituality. I know I have a higher being in me somewhere, and I'm going to bloody find it, if it kills me. Starting with increasing my daily intake of tofu, and maybe buying a tarot deck or a crystal or something.

6. Whatever else takes my fricken fancy. Might be a nice recipe, a new fad, some utterly pimpin' shoes that I want / have bought / am advertising a kidney for..

OH AND BRAINS!

Because they're important, and need exercise and if something in/on my body is going to be big. I want it to be my brain.

Till then, darlings,

..

Miss - BLB.