I love a good sauna session

I'm curious. And I think it would be good to throw this question out there: Does anyone know why the sauna is good for you?

Also, while we're on the subject...

Do you think that it takes a certain type of woman to love the sauna? Is there a character trait that defines why some women love to steam and some love to sweat it out?

Any thoughts?

Well, funnily enough, I have a few. You see, I think that determined, ambitious, slightly stubborn women love to sweat it out. It gives them the continued satisfaction that even when they're horizontal they're still sweating - still working. They're not taking time off. Or even time out.

For these women sweating it out in the workplace is the burden and the passion they like to carry throughout the office and into the sauna.

And this was the serious realisation I came to, after taking great delight that my sauna tolerance had increased by a hot 2 minutes. I felt more woman than ever as I stepped out of my hot box after 12 gruelling minutes of sweat-dripping pleasure.

I wonder if I can make it to 15 minutes?

I've changed my identity

I've outgrown moo moo. I never really liked it you know. It was one of those silly names that just kind of popped out of my head. And then before I knew it my little fingers were tapping it out on the keyboard.

But you know what? I don't really blame me for being that silly. Because there seems to be a lot of instances these days where you need a username or a password - even 'your real name' to do some thing... ANY thing.

So, it's no wonder 'moo moo' trickled over my lips - I had already exhausted all the sound, reasonable usernames, passwords or profile names!

I'm 28 and it ain't too late...

...Yes I know the title is a little 'Dr Seuss-like' but that's one of my signature writing styles that I'm embracing, rather than rejecting.

...Yes my 'Dr Seuss-like' writing has been rejected on occasion but sometimes you must persevere in the face of adversity.

And now we can finally get onto the meaning of the title - since I've already dealt with 'writing paranoia'.

I'm 28. I've just become it actually - been it for 8 days. I'm not sure it's the greatest start to being 28: a ridiculous all-day long hangover, about to lose my job (was asked to consider a career change) and my bum is still too big to get into my favourite pair of black trousers - despite the fact that I've been to the gym 21 times since 23rd December 05.

However, I'm an optimist - so hence the second part of my title: ... it ain't too late. I'm relying on the fact that it's still the start of the year, and as I'm still in my twenties: it ain't too late.

Ain't too late for what I hear you ask? For a lot of things really. It's not too late to learn new tricks. It's never too late for great things to happen! And it sure as hell ain't too late to realise I need to change a few things about my life...