I’ve been reading a lot about hacking lately, because now you no longer need a MENSA IQ and a wall of computers to hack stuff. Forget hacking into a bank or bringing down the government, you can now hack your own life and not end up in jail.


I found a list of 100 hacks which includes things like taking a photo of a business card in case you lose it, how to waterproof your canvas shoes, stick a stubby holder over your gear stick on a hot day to keep it cool or use a muffin tray for condiments at a barbecue. The list went on.


Some of it was stuff I reckon sensible people should know and other things were oddly helpful, like rubbing a walnut on wooden furniture to clean up dings. There were also lots of things to do with the finished toilet paper roll and a rather useful photo demo of how to fold a fitted sheet.


Then I read something which made me stop and think. If life is indeed in the details and we’re told that change comes from life’s little things but also that there can be a sense of the sacred in everyday tasks like folding the washing, do we want to miss them? Do we want to hack them?


Does a hack suck the marrow out of some of our life? Does it kill the thrill of discovery? On my journey to fitness, do I want to find a hack for a speedy breakfast, or is taking the time to really savour my morning nourishment part of what will set my day up properly and keep me from mindlessly munching later?


I’m thinking there’s a way to have a bit of both and still make sure my life is rich and lush in the details of the everyday. Perhaps it’s by hacking the things which have the least meaning but still need to be done.

(Sometimes Sarah is a Perth gal with a weight loss goal of over 60 kg who’ll be sharing the good, the bad and the sometimes painful on her own weight loss and fitness journey.)