My tummy hasn’t stopped grumbling since I cut (most of) the comfort eating … but that’s not what this blog is about.

I’m hungry in a grab life with both hands way.

I want to DEVOUR challenges and experiences and … well, everything.

The urge is so powerful it’s almost an ache.

And there are only so many gym workouts and bushwalks a girl can do.

I need to sink my teeth into something.

I just don’t know what it is; or what I will be given the chance to be.

I’m so full of plans and opinions and ideas and feelings.

It’s like I’m made of popping candy.

Song of the day … 

“Hungry Like a Wolf”, Duran Duran