My weekend in the Barossa Valley

My weekend in the Barossa Valley

There is much to be said about a Barossa¬†Valley weekend well spent. And well, spent I certainly am. Or was, it’s taken me a week to put this post together, so that will give you some idea. Haha. As I wait for my plane, killing an hour or two before I’m due to board, I reflect on this. I can’t help but feel a little sentimental about the new friends I’ve made and now waved off. Bonded by women being great and generous with each other. And wine, we are bonded by wine. When Nat spoke to me about joining her on a business retreat for her clients in the Barossa Valley, I was always a yes. Nat plus wine…

Why I refuse to be afraid to wear a bikini

Why I refuse to be afraid to wear a bikini

This could be a VERY short post. A super short one, but well, you know me I’ll make it long just because. But the short reason I refuse to be AFRAID to wear a bikini is because, afraid is for spiders or clowns or being murdered in your sleep, not someone seeing your stomach. Right? It’s clothing folks, it’s nothing to be afraid of. And if you’re anything like me then a bikini might just work out better for you. Firstly, interchangeable sizes and no length issues. It’s the same as the tankini (which I’ll talk about later this week) but with a little less material and a little extra oomph. Since Gabi from Gabifresh launched her first “fatkini” in…

Swimming for Exercise FAQ

Swimming for Exercise FAQ

To kick off swimwear week, I’m talking about swimming as exercise. Because I love it and because there was a long time that I didn’t swim because I was weird about being seen at the local pool in my swimmers. Maybe that’s you too. But trust me, it’s madness for us to give up such a great outlet for getting your body moving JUST because of the clothing you have to wear to do it. Right? So yay, it’s that time of year again for me, my local pool has opened. Like I said earlier, swimming for exercise is my favourite thing, a go-to love from my days as a kid spent staring at the black painted line on the…

Weight Loss, Dieting and being Body Positive

Weight Loss, Dieting and being Body Positive

The week I got home from Melbourne I felt like rubbish. Months, literally, of late nights, partying, eating poorly and little to no exercise had caught up with me and I was wrecked. It took me a while to acknowledge that I wasn’t taking care of myself. I wasn’t doing what I know to do to keep myself running at my best. So, I started an exercise and eating plan. Some people, they would call it a diet. GASP. Especially from those who just weeks before listened to the SUGER+INK episode where I proudly declared myself a diet industry drop out. Not for me, I adamantly said. And I stand by that. But how, right? How can mere semantics declare…

Why I’m giving up not being hungry.

Why I’m giving up not being hungry.

Do you ever have those days where it feels like you are never full? Your stomach is a bottomless pit for food and beverages, and there’s nothing in the world that will satisfy your hunger for long? Oh man, tell me it’s not just me. I’m going to go ahead and assume it’s not just me; that I am not alone in having the occasional hungriest person in the world type days. Because this week I had one of those days. It was almost two or three of those days but at some stage, I reached satisfied and stopped eating. Thankfully. But there was one day, an entire day from when my eyes opened to when they closed that I…

Why I need to clean out my closet, and you do too.

Why I need to clean out my closet, and you do too.

Lately, I’ve been living out of my laundry basket. You know the one, the clean clothes you wash, never really get around to folding or putting away. Day after day I reach for the same pieces while a closet full of clothes sits overstuffed and waiting in the wings. Clothes that spill from the draws and shelves, bust out of the hanging space where they are lined up in doubled up pairs. So it’s time! Time to clean out my closet. Time to get serious about the clothes I wear and the ones I never wear. The clothes I love and the clothes I tolerate because I think one day I might wear them again. But I need to get…

Oh wait, are those FLARES!?

Oh wait, are those FLARES!?

Um yeah, they ARE flares. Killer, right? We might as well kick plus size jeans week off with a killer pair of flares and a fucker tee. I’m going to get to the flares, I promise I am, but I also need to talk about why it was SO important for me to wear this Be Polite You Fucker tee today. And I know you want to hear THAT story. Haha. Well, well, well. It’s been an interesting few days for me. I launched myself into a conversation for body shaming and found my Facebook page front and centre in a discussion for women, against women and with so many shades of grey opinions that I wore myself out. Deleting…

Oh heeeeey, a New Zealand Update!

Oh heeeeey, a New Zealand Update!

I’m logged into tonight, from our camper in Rotorua, to finish the first couple of days of Confident You’s first week. Because well, nothing says live an impressive life you love like that does. I’m loving the digital nomad life. I dream of the day when we can travel around all the time and blog and eat and drink and live. The people I’ve met, the places I’ve seen, well that’s just what life is about. And you thought I was a talker. That Mr. Suger, HE is the talker. I often get left off the side of conversations wandering in and out as he regales people with tales of our travels, life at home and all the things he’s…

Oh hey New Zealand, heading your way!

Oh hey New Zealand, heading your way!

Mr. Suger and I planned to honeymoon in New Zealand not long after our wedding. With young businesses at the time, we thought it might take us a year or two to get around to. Fast forward and as our 11th wedding anniversary looms large (in August) we decided we’d better get the heck on with that. Then our friend Fi mentioned she was having a 40th birthday bash and WELL. Game on. New Zealand, brace yourself, the Sugers are coming. Kicking off in Auckland, we are travelling a few hours for a friend’s birthday party, after a few days we will head off along the coast. But from there, we have no plans really. Free as a bird. But…