Thursday 27 June 2013

DAYS 147 – 148: Anger Management

I am sublimating my anger so I can get my negative emotions under control, to acquire a more constructive attitude. I've spent most of my morning trying to keep my temper in check, but unfortunately have failed miserably at the task. 

My wife has often suggested that I visit the local therapist to assess my anger levels.  Although I consider myself an “under-control” type of person, my rage is constantly on standby, ready to reveal itself without any restraint. 
An afternoon coffee session with a psychologist friend, presented me with a an intense round of questioning:

Do you find yourself fuming when someone cuts you off in traffic?
Does your blood pressure go through the roof when your child refuses to cooperate?
Do you picture your boss dragged across the highway by a monstrous truck or your mother-in-law chained to a wooden pole, burning at the stake as the crowds chant accusations of sorcery against her?

“Anger is a normal and even healthy emotion — but it's important to deal with it in a productive way,” he noted. “Uncontrolled anger can take a toll on both your health and your relationship.”
As I attempted to get my anger “under control,” I was encouraged to answer truthfully to his anger management tips:

No. 1: Take a timeout
Counting to 10 isn't just for kids. Before reacting to a tense situation, take a few moments to breathe deeply and count to 10.

I tried slowing down, hoping to neutralise my temper. The pause only made matters worse as I focused entirely on the person and situation until my frustration mushroomed. I found myself thinking of food for emotional support.

No. 2: Once you're calm, express your anger
As soon as you're thinking clearly, express your frustration in an assertive but nonconfrontational way.

I stated my concerns and needs clearly and directly, encouraging an argument and verbally insulting my opponent. I found myself thinking of food for emotional support.

No. 3: Get some exercise
Physical activity can provide an outlet for your emotions, especially if you're about to erupt. If you feel your anger escalating, go for a brisk walk or run, or spend some time doing other favourite physical activities.

Physical activity stimulates various brain chemicals that leave me feeling exhausted, frustrated and disturbed.  After twenty minutes, I was planning my revenge –turning to food for emotional support.

No. 4: Think before you speak
In the heat of the moment, it's easy to say something you'll later regret.

After taking a few moments to collect my thoughts, I reemerged with a series of verbal attacks, allowing the others to feel defenceless.  Having the final say is simply fruitful.

No. 5: Identify possible solutions
Instead of focusing on what made you mad, work on resolving the issue at hand.

My child's messy room drives me crazy? Close the door and walk away.
My wife is late for dinner every night? Eat on a first-come-first-served basis. Latecomers should worry about their own portions – if there are any available.

No. 6: Stick with 'I' statements
To avoid criticising or placing blame — which might only increase tension — use "I" statements to describe the problem. Be respectful and specific.

I’ve always found that accusations are part of the healing process.  Passing the blame onto someone else is relevant to ensure a calmer frame of mind. In fact, it’s even funnier to pass the blame onto someone irrelevant; watching them deny the situation is simply awe-inspiring.

No. 7: Don't hold a grudge
Forgiveness is a powerful tool. If you allow anger and other negative feelings to crowd out positive feelings, you might find yourself swallowed up by your own bitterness or sense of injustice.

Only God forgives. Forgiving someone who angered you, makes you look weak. It’s vital to maintain anger at all times, otherwise you may be termed a “dog with no bite,” and this will certainly tarnish one’s image.

No. 8: Use humour to release tension
Lightening up can help diffuse tension. Don't use sarcasm, though — it can hurt feelings and make things worse.

Sarcasm and humour go hand-in-hand.  Embarrassing your opponent, exposing their weaknesses in a humorous and rancorous tone will not only elevate your status as a comedian, but will encourage a large following.  Branding individuals is also a form of successful marketing – you’ll be doing them a favour.

No. 9: Practice relaxation skills
When your temper flares, put relaxation skills to work. Practice deep-breathing exercises, imagine a relaxing scene, or repeat a calming word or phrase, such as, "Take it easy."

Listening to Hard Rock or music with explicit lyrics will assist with relaxation.  Writing horrible statements in a journal and repeating a calming word or phrase, such as “Fuck You!” will help alleviate your anger without spending money unnecessarily on yoga or overrated spa treatments.

No. 10: Know when to seek help
Learning to control anger is a challenge for everyone at times. Consider seeking help for anger issues if your anger seems out of control, causes you to do things you regret or hurts those around you.

Exploring local anger management classes or anger management counseling is a waste of time.  The internet is a powerful self-help tool which offers professional advice – free of charge. If all else fails, turn to food for emotional support.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com

Tuesday 25 June 2013

DAYS 143 – 146: Long walk to Freedom

A collection of pink and red flowers, colourful balloons and an assortment of get-well-soon cards adorn the main entrance of the Pretoria hospital where ailing former president Nelson Mandela is in a critical condition.
Well-wishers have turned the security wall of the Medi-Clinic Heart hospital into a miniature art gallery since the celebrated anti-apartheid icon was admitted at the facility on 8 June.

'Get well soon' cards, mainly handmade in different shapes, eclipsed the hospital's signpost at the entrance on Celliers Street.

One of the messages read: “We love you Tata Mandela. I am still young, I still need to see you. Get better. [From] Tino”.
Another read: “Tata Madiba. I hope you get well very soon. You are the most important person in our country. By His [Jesus'] wounds you were healed.”
"Though the world sees and soon forgets, we will not forget who you are and what you have done for us. We love you Tata,” read a message hand-written on a white sheet.

Some of the cards were designed in shapes of hands and hearts. There was also a picture of popular cartoon character Winnie the Pooh.
A bright, brown sculpture of a head was placed next to the assortment of messages, above the Medi-Clinic banner. Some of the flowers were placed in jars of water.

Security at the hospital had been strengthened, with part of Park Street leading to an entrance being cordoned off with fence and police tape.
Despite the biting cold, numerous reporters and technical staff, waited outside the hospital. Some set-up broadcasting equipment.
Several generators for back-up power were running through the night.

Numerous Mandela family members, politicians and government officials had been visiting the anti apartheid icon.
Public Service and Administration Minister Lindiwe Sisulu and Madiba's daughter Makaziwe, left the hospital on Monday night.
Sisulu arrived at the hospital just after 18:00 in a black Mercedes with blue flashing police lights. She and Makaziwe Mandela left just before 20:00.

First seen leaving after a visit was grandson Ndaba Mandela, who arrived shortly after Mandela's ex-wife Winnie Madikizela-Mandela and daughter Zindzi Mandela-Motlhajwa.
Earlier in the day, Defence and Military Veterans Minister Nosiviwe Mapisa-Nqakula and United Democratic Movement leader Bantu Holomisa arrived separately at the hospital.
On Sunday night presidential spokesperson Mac Maharaj said in a statement that Mandela's condition had turned critical.

Addressing the media in a briefing, which was initially scheduled as an off-the-record editors' briefing, on Monday, President Jacob Zuma said Mandela's condition had not changed.

Nelson Mandela's former Sowetan neighbours voiced sadness and resignation on Monday that their hero may not have long to live.
"There will soon come a time when all the medical help won't work. We have to face that sad reality now," said James Nhlapo as he served customers in his Soweto grocery store.

There was no sign of tension, no public tears, just heartfelt wishes from Soweto residents that the Mandela be at peace.
"Mandela has done well for the country. It's true that there is none like him, but we have to accept that he won't live forever," Nhlapo said.

The news that Mandela was now in a "critical condition" after more than two weeks in hospital suffering a lung infection, was met with stoic acceptance.
Residents were going about their daily lives, hawking goods by the side of the road. Mandela's tiny red brick house - now a museum - was a hive of activity, with tourists streaming in.
"If we believe that he will live forever we are lying to ourselves," said 24-year-old Tankiso Mohapi.

Mandela first lived in Soweto between 1946 and 1958 before his first arrest in 1962 for his underground activities, and returned briefly in 1990 after his release from 27 years in prison.
Now 94, Mandela has been hospitalised four times since December, mostly for the pulmonary condition that has plagued him for years.

The last public images of him, taken in April, showed a frail old man, looking on expressionless as visitors from the ANC smiled for photos.
His poor health has forced many to confront the reality of a future without a man regarded by many as the father of democratic.

"Mandela has done his job, more than many of us. So why do we still need him around, he is not a monument of some sort," said 29-year-old Veli Nene.
But he added: "Hearing that his condition has taken a turn for the worst really got me anxious."

There is as much concern about how Mandela goes as when. Many were shocked at the weekend to learn that a military ambulance transporting Mandela to hospital in the early hours of a cold June morning broke down on the highway, stranding him for about 40 minutes.
"I expect those taking care of him to have at least been able to foresee that," said police officer Thabo Moshoeshoe. "Imagine if he died on that highway that would not have been the best way for him to go."

Former president Nelson Mandela's eldest daughter says the family is taking it one day at a time as her father remains in a critical condition in a Pretoria hospital, but she believes he is at peace

"All we do every day is take one day at a time and pray to the good Lord," Makaziwe Mandela told CNN.
 "All I pray for as a daughter is that the transition is smooth.... He is at peace with himself. He has given so much to the world. I believe his long walk to freedom is finally over."

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,

visit www.paul-lambis.com

Friday 21 June 2013

DAY 142: Goodbye, Mr. Goldfish

It is with great sadness that my work colleagues and I bid farewell, to one of the greatest ‘ornaments’ in our office.
Mr. Goldfish passed away tragically this morning as his owner attempted to empty the water from his fish tank. 
The unfortunate passing of our beloved pet has inspired me to write an obituary, as we say goodbye to our colourful friend…

Mr. Goldfish, 4 months

Former pet shop resident Mr. Goldfish, 4 months, died June 21, 2013, at his home in Pafos, Cyprus.

A service was held on Friday at the Fisher Funeral Home in Pafos. The burial took place at the Toilet Bowl Cemetary, in the men’s bathroom.

Mr. Goldfish was born March 21, 2013, in the United States, to the pet shop owners on Kennedy Avenue.

He graduated from the “Animal Planet Pet Shop” three months after. He was ‘legally’ adopted by his owner on June 1, 2013, in Pafos, Cyprus.

He came to Cyprus in 2013 after working as a potential stunt double in Disney’s upcoming “Nemo” sequel, “Finding Dorey.”

Dismissed by the studios after failing to meet the requirements stipulated in his contract, Mr. Goldfish was expelled from his school to a life abroad, hoping to gain working experience in Europe; the unfortunate mishandling of his travel arrangements by his agent, led him to the shores of Aphrodite where he worked his talents as a model at one of Pafos’ leading pet shops.

Luring shoppers into the store, Mr. Goldfish won the attention of his owner by swimming closely towards the boundaries of the fish tank and flaunting his modeling expertise. 
A short drive from the pet shop to his new residence, offered Mr. Goldfish a sense of hope for the future; finally, someone was going to give him the attention he deserved...  

Mr. Goldfish had lived at the “Animal Planet Pet Shop” for three months when he moved to his final residence in 2013.

In seclusion, he spent countless hours hitting his head against the miniature fish tank, or dodging the artificial tree placed in his new surrounding by his owner.  He often mistook the artificial tree as a form of food, suffering psychologically from the false pretences of this new world.

His owner announced: “Mr. Goldfish’s talents were an inspiration to all my work colleagues. He lived his life with flair and bravery.  His final trip down the toilet bowl was an inspiration to us all.”
The owner was dismissed on all charges of murder, following his plea of “not guilty,” made by the company’s lawyers, on his behalf.

Mr. Goldfish is survived by his brothers and sisters, swimming the waters of pet shops around the world.

Fisher Funeral Home was in charge of the arrangements.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com


Thursday 20 June 2013

DAYS 140 – 141: Empty Space

For the past two days, my son has found sanctuary at his grandparents’ home; the holiday season inspires a brief getaway to a home, oblivious of the ‘stringent’ rules enforced by his parents.

Despite the typical growing pains, my home is a place of refuge after an intense day of work; a warm greeting by my spouse as I enter through the kitchen door, and a delayed acknowledgement from a son who finds two seconds to address his father, pausing between levels on his Playstation game.

Last night, I observed a quieter, more reserved climate within the home.  My wife and I went about our chores following a typical routine, working towards our scheduled 9pm appointment, and collapsing in the living room before a monotonous lineup of repeat shows.
It’s ironic how every satellite channel airs new episodes when it’s least convenient to watch, but when one finds the time, Honey Boo Boo and her repugnant family are slopping up a macaroni and mayonnaise dish with their grubby-based hands.

As an overweight individual, I have often professed that boredom inspires a wave of binge-eating.  Honey Boo Boo’s family had the opposite effect, and I found myself retiring early on an empty stomach.  The grumbling noise implied that a chocolate bar would be the perfect candidate for a midnight snack, but I opted for a glass of milk and a session of E! News on my tablet; the untimely death of Sopranos star James Gandolfini ended my evening on a sad note.

James Gandolfini was best known for his Emmy-winning portrayal of New Jersey mob boss Tony Soprano in the television series The Sopranos.
Although no cause of death has been given, unconfirmed reports have suggested a heart attack or stroke. Sopranos creator David Chase said Gandolfini was one of the greatest actors of all time.

As I bid farewell to an accredited actor, I drifted into an uninterrupted sleep and met up with a plethora of friends, and a bizarre message from a departed family member who reassured me that “everything was going to be ok.”

I called my son this morning, only to be greeted by a colloquial verse of street lingo. There was a light at then end of the tunnel – reassured by my son that tonight he was coming home. The emptiness had mysteriously disappeared.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com


Tuesday 18 June 2013

DAY 139: The White Queen

When viewers tuned in to enjoy the BBC’s new historical drama “The White Queen,” they may have been expecting to see 15th century dynastic troubles, a Royal love story and the odd sword fight.
But fans were less prepared to find themselves confronted with snow-white costumes, brick buildings and zips – invented centuries after the programme is set.

Eagle-eyed viewers took to the internet to vent their frustration as the programme debuted last night, pointing out historical inaccuracies in the story.
The alleged mistakes come after programme makers revealed they had filmed much of the ten-part drama in Belgium, to add to its authenticity.

Producers disclosed they had chosen the location for the show, which has cost an estimated £10 million, because England’s medieval buildings are decorated with too many satellite dishes, CCTV cameras and television aerials.

Viewers of “The White Queen” have now taken to Twitter to share their frustrations about the new series.
One said she found it “very educational,” remarking she “never knew they had handrails and concrete steps in medieval England.”
Another said: “I had no idea that the phrases 'mad for you' and 'have it all' dated back to the 15th century. BBC1's “The White Queen” proved that they did.
Other noted “too many brick buildings,” “zips in dresses” and “manicured nails,” as well as pristine white costumes impossible in the era.

The series premiered on the BBC last night with around 5.3 million viewers; which works out an estimated 23 per cent audience share for that time of night. The series, starring Max Irons and Rebecca Ferguson, will tell the story of the warring houses of Lancaster and York, as Elizabeth Woodville meets and marries Edward IV.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,

visit www.paul-lambis.com

Monday 17 June 2013

DAYS 136 - 138: The Power of Film

Being a parent is one of the most challenging professions in the world. As a child growing up under the stringent umbrella of an authoritarian father and paranoid mother, I would often pledge that when I had children of my own, I would me more tolerant and show a greater understanding towards their needs. 
But, when one has to deal with a new breed of offspring who are far more advanced (mentally) – yet inexperienced (streetwise), the challenge mushrooms into a devastating tsunami.

And so, it all began on a typical Saturday afternoon, when my thirteen-year-old son pleaded persistently to be granted ‘independence’ from the womb; an evening of progressive ‘parties’  had been planned to mark the end of another school year.  As I insisted on a full programme of events, together with an endless list of contact telephone numbers, I submitted unenthusiastically to his cries of liberation.   

I’ve often succumbed to my son’s requests for “movie nights,” ten-pin bowling or an outing at the video arcade, but the thought of him wandering the streets with a rebellious group of friends, especially with their "Hakuna Matata" or “go-with-the-flow” attitude, somewhat frightened me.
One might argue the unhealthiness of this hold over my son, but my subconscious mind constantly steers towards movies of abduction, peer pressure and human-trafficking. Despite my wife’s repeated reassurance that “Cyprus is a safe haven,” my concerns cannot be ignored.

Saturday transpired to Sunday, and my mind continuously recalled scenes from Hollywood blockbusters; the abduction of Liam Neeson’s ‘daughter’ to be used as a sex slave in the movie “Taken,” the kidnapping of Mel Gibson’s ‘son’ in “Ransom,” and the sentencing of four friends to an upstate New York detention facility for boys after pulling a prank on a hot dog vendor (Sleepers).

As we drove to the agreed meeting place, I inundated my son with as many rules and regulations I could think of. I worked my way through the worst case scenarios, hoping that our minds would miraculously interlock; his ignorant body actions revealed that nothing was going to prevent him from having fun with his friends.
Slowly diminishing in size, my son blended into the growing crowds of people walking the promenade; I turned to my wife for reassurance – a sign of acknowledgement that I had managed to finally cut the cord.  
Her oblivious nature saw her contemplating between the local Starbucks or another unknown establishment for a refreshing cup of iced coffee.

It finally dawned on me. I had become a carbon copy of my parents, drowning in paranoia and overpowered by an obsession of “not letting go.”  And, as creative as I would like to classify my mind’s genre, I owe it all to the “Power of Film.” 

Weight for me soon. Paul

Friday 14 June 2013

DAY 135: Clark Kent Returns

The much anticipated Superman flick graces our silver screens today.  Needless to say, I am eager to ‘meet’ our new hero, Henry Cavill, who reprises the role of the legendary Christopher Reeve. 

Cleverly branded as the “Man of Steel,” the new Superman movie gives flight to a contemporary hero, supported by a wealth of flawless visual and high definition sound effects – destined to meet the standards of a twenty-first century superhero epic.

It was in the late seventies though, in South Africa, when I first caught a glimpse of the iconic Superman, endorsing a can of Pepsi.  Almost every item flirting the identifiable “S” logo, featured prominently in my world; from nutritional products to stationery and clothing, ‘Superman’ ensured that if I supported whatever he recommended, the end-result would secure my immortality.
But, in 1983, when Richard Pryor revealed to the world that Superman himself had an Achilles’ heel,  my perception of the “Man of Steel” somewhat changed as I began to support the likes of other superheroes. 

Needless to say, my obsession for the man with the cape returned shortly after I received a box set of Betamax videotapes, together with a poster of Clark Kent/Superman undressing, and taking flight from a Metropolis phone booth.  Complete with my custom-made Superman outfit  (my monstrous size was not catered for by the toy company and grandmother was forced to sew a homemade version of Clark Kent’s alter ego),and my red Wellingtons, I challenged my sister to intolerable, ongoing battles, envisaging her as the notorious supervillain Lex Luthor.

And so, as the Superman image manifested itself over the years within my subconscious, representing every childlike fantasy and hope for the future, I emerged into society as an obsessive follower of the superhero cult.  Thanks to the miracle of modern science, our fantasies are somehow brought to life through the epics which beam onto our screens. 

As an avid supporter of Henry Cavill’s work, I am overwhelmed with the thought that the legendary Christopher Reeve will undoubtedly be represented by an actor who does justice to a challenging role.  The box office will certainly reveal the success of this new adaptation, but I am confident that Cavill will secure the foundation for the Superman franchise of the modern era.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,

visit www.paul-lambis.com

Thursday 13 June 2013

DAYS 133-134: Three Wishes

“If you had three wishes, what would they be?”  If I had a penny for every time someone asked that question, I would be one of the richest men in the world.  But, when the going gets tough, people turn to dreams (and wishes) for an immediate escape from their own quandaries.

After embarking on a fifteen minute research exercise with my work colleagues, almost all the answers reflected a common prayer for “health and happiness.”  The current economic downfall inspired most of my friends to include “financial freedom” on their list; I opted for the greedy approach wishing for “more wishes” after “wealth and happiness.”

For a brief moment, we all pondered on the thought of living in luxurious mansions, worshipped by a team of butlers and servants, dining lavishly with a view of the ocean or a magnificent city skyline. 
Brought abrubtly to the ground by an annoying reminder of an advertising deadline, our genie mysteriously disapperead as we turned to our computers to finalise our designs.
After managing to complete the work within an hour after our brief ‘escape’, our levels of motivation were encouraging us to pursue other items on the agenda – creatively and productively.  It seemed that our wishful fantasies had triggered off some chemical reaction, boosting our bodies into an unusually, yet positive, proactive phase.

According to Remez Sasson, founder of SuccessConsciousness.com, “positive thinking” is a mental attitude that sees the bright side of things. A positive mind anticipates happiness, joy, health, and encourages results. If one manages to adopt this mental attitude, one is able to teach the mind to expect success, growth and favourable outcomes.
Most people accept “positive thinking” as a fact, and believe in its effectiveness. Others, consider it as nonsense, and scoff at people who believe or accept it. Among the people who accept it, not many know how to use it effectively to achieve results.
However, it seems that many are becoming attracted to this subject, as is evidenced by the many books, lectures and courses about it. This is a subject that is gaining popularity.

In recent weeks, I have found that stepping away from a problem, without ignoring it, allows one to examine and solve the issue objectively.  And, when opportunity finally knocks on the door, it is imperative to grasp it sensibly. 
I’ve often observed beauty pageant finalists promising to solve the world’s problems if they were chosen as the overall winner of the pageant.  But, realistically, if all the world’s leaders are unable to bring peace to the world, how is one beauty queen able to solve the crisis, on her own? 

But, wishing and hoping for a brighter, more positive tomorrow is sensible.  It doesn't matter what your circumstances are at the present moment. Think positively, expect only favourable results and situations, and circumstances will change accordingly.
By persevering, one will transform the way the mind thinks. It might take some time for the changes to take place, but eventually they will.

“If you had three wishes, what would they be?” 

Weight for me tomorrow. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,

visit www.paul-lambis.com

Tuesday 11 June 2013

DAY 132: Renaissance

After a brief absence from the social circuit, I’ve rejoined the blogging world feeling revived and optimistic.  One could easily attribute my joyful renaissance phase to a sensational cruise around some exotic island or a theatre-break to London (my favourite city), but the reasons for my sudden burst of contentment are simple…

Almost two weeks ago, my stress levels had peaked high on my own Richter scale; the current economic climate in Cyprus, the decaying banking sector, the overall depression of the workforce, a twenty-five percent reduction in salaries, and my escalating weight had all contributed to this downfall.  For the first time in months, I found myself dealing with all the negative forces which had empowered my body since the start of my blog.

The Three Tenors decided to increase their visits, constantly humming tunes of overeating on a daily basis.  Hansel and Gretel were consuming an ‘Aladdin’s den’ of chocolates and sweets, and for the first time, I sensed the emergence of another beast trapped within my body. 
This ravenous monster was ignoring all the principles of healthy eating, demanding platters of eclairs and truffles from the bakery, and a family-sized pizza from the local trattoria as a mid-afternoon snack.

On a typical Sunday, after spending an uncontrollable amount of time on the internet, the angels finally intervened – using their powerful wizardry to exterminate the temptations of the intruders within.  A miraculous armour was placed over my body to shield me from the battle of the bulge; I felt an inner strength – a willpower, to fight the enemy and end this four-decade war. 

As I stood before the mirror, pledging my allegiance to a healthier-self, I encountered new feelings of motivation and determination.  Admittedly, I overlooked my wife binging on a walnut brownie drowning in chocolate sauce; my son confined himself to the corner of the living room, sipping an iced frappe as he worked his way around a plate of vanilla ice cream and waffle.

I worked my way through these temptations, heading off to the study to sign my protest; a healthy eating programme was born combined with a stringent, passive exercise routine.  And, for once in my life, I adhered to the oath: “Monday is the start of a new week, and my own renaissance.”

It’s been two weeks (almost) since my rebirth; ten kilos lighter and two astounding opportunities are knocking on my door.  I am beaming with excitement, eager to reveal my one-in-a-million chance to fame, but, I am compelled to save the best for last. 
Here’s to keeping positive, and believing in the principle that “like attracts like.”

Weight for me tomorrow. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,
visit www.paul-lambis.com


Monday 3 June 2013

DAY 123 – 131: Fitness Week



“Fat Revolution” will return on Monday 10th June, with a healthier, more positive outlook on life.

Weight for me soon. Paul

Paul Lambis is the author of “Where is Home?” – A journey of hilarious contrasts. 
For more information on Paul Lambis, and to order his book online,

visit www.paul-lambis.com