I was telling Gerhard last night that I bought Kayla’s cookbook, and he burst out laughing and accused me of being a full on groupie, I was upset, really, I am almost 40 years old, how can you think that I am a groupie.  But as the evening progressed, I started to agree with him a teeny tiny bit, and I must admit, I have fallen for Kayla and the Bikini Body Guide (BBG) hook line and sinker. So for those of you living under a rock, let me explain.  Kayla Itsiness is an Australian personal trainer with more than 10 million online followers, or Kayla’s Army as they are affectionately known.  They are loyal and fierce and arrange mass meetups where they exercise Kayla style doing one of her killer BBG workouts, almost always including burpees, mountain climbers, you get the gist of it.  These are known as BBG meetups and take place globally, the ultimate goal is to attract enough attention to maybe entice Kayla herself to attend your city’s meetup.  I know this, because I at

I just realised that getting older has a way of sneaking up on the best of us and that despite our best intentions to never act or look middle aged, it catches you eventually.  Case in point, where this past Friday evening was spent at a venue called “Weiveld” watching a Francois van Coke show for a fortieth birthday party.  I am of the age now where nothing perks me up faster than a Friday afternoon blow-dry before I go out on weekends.  Bliss having someone else blow-dry my hair.  To say that I have a lot of hair is like saying that Kim Kardashian has a sizeable bum.  It is a blatant understatement.  People often ask me if I have hair extensions and a trip to the hairdresser takes me longer than most.  I have lots and lots of thick hair, and it needs to be tamed with blow-dryers and other instruments of torture.  To add insult to injury, Luka has lots and lots of hair requiring instruments of torture too and it just kills me that I now need to do multiple blow-dries in