I'm a work in progress... trying to get fit and get healthy, by eating right and exercising. I have lost weight, but the biggest bonus is the energy I have now, and how I have a focus in my life. I like to blog, I'm inherently lazy, and I get paid to be fit- it's in my job description. I live in Darwin, Australia, and I'm a waddler. I run because I enjoy it. I like to be a bit faster than I was 12 months ago, but I'm not a racer. I would like to run 250K through the Gobi desert before I turn 50, but after only 100K in 1 months (as opposed to 2 days!), I realise my feet will probably snap in the process. *sigh* Facebook: hinuk shines email: firstname.lastname@example.org wordpress: hinukshines.wordpress.com (and no, it's not my name - it's two random words) Peace out.
Full of possibilities and opportunities. So many choices, I think I’ll just lie in bed all day and ignore them all.
I’m baching it this weekend. The lush of my life has gone off on a boys weekend (and is potentially about to find out why cows are not on my list of animals to shoot, but I did warn him), so I have hours and hours to spend catching up on the last two weeks worth of study I haven’t done.
I’ll be honest. It’s been a shit of a time, mentally and therefore emotionally. And the only thing I think I can put it down to is my eating. Why is it SO fucking hard to find a balance? Why is it that some people just have to give up (or worse still) cut down on something, or start doing exercise for 10 mins a day and their lives are coming up roses and the weight melts away? Sigh. Pity party over. It is how it is, and that’s how it is. Gah.
And what happened to the hide behind the line link? Or is it just not on iPads?? I apologise in advance for the drivel. I’m in one of *those* moods.
Anyhoo, like I was telling Ms Dresslove earlier, I swore off pizza a little while ago, and it hasn’t been hard, and I haven’t wanted one. It was my fortnightly go to junk meal, which I enjoyed, but regretted cos it’s not good for me. But what actually DID happen, is I started to eat more crap. I had a duty at work, and ate sandwiches because I was too lazy to drive to get a proper meal. That equates to around 12 pieces of bread in one day, and for someone who ate maybe two pcs every two months, that’s just crap. And that was how it made me feel. And since then I’ve eaten more. And yesterday I ate biscuits and even had a chocolate milk, and then pretzels for dinner.
Wouldn’t it just be easier to eat the fucking pizza?
I am considering doing a whole 30, but need to put the wheels back on before I start. I also have a week away from home where the food is, shall we say, less than ideal for a paleoish person, and plus I am using whey protein shakes as a meal replacement (and I’m not convinced the two are related, as the bread started before the shakes), and I’ll probably live on those while I’m away (as soon as I can source whey powder WITHOUT sucralose in it - that stuff tastes like shit. Sugar would be preferable, but it is Oh so unnecessary! At the moment I need to use a tsp of honey to mask that taint, but it wouldn’t need it I’m sure).
So, today I am just going to chill and regroup, and unpack my stuff I was going to move out with, and remind myself to rip up my discharge paperwork. Yup, THAT bad a week. I will hang up the clothes, make some beeswax furniture polish, and maybe go for a drive and a walk. Or a walk at least. I never explore by myself, I’m tossing up between using ‘too lazy’ and ‘what’s the point if you’ve no one to share it with’
And maybe tomorrow I will wake up full of personality, vim and vigour, drive and determination.
TL:DR I had a cunt of a week and I’m glad it’s fucking over.
Don’t cut your hair by yourself after drinking.
If it looked that bad after cutting it sober, then alcohol and scissors will NOT make it better.
Don’t start with the red wine and blue cheese until AFTER you’ve studied.
It was for the baby daughter of one of the guys at work. Unfortunately she was born a lot too early, but she gave it a bloody good try for 32 days.
It was both the loveliest and the saddest funeral I think I’ve ever been to, and I know she will be remembered by all of us, even those of us who never had the pleasure of meeting her.
Could anyone ask for a better memorial than that?
OMG - there SO totally is!!!!
Perhaps they should change the name from mammatus clouds to wangdoodle clouds?
(lucky I wasn’t drinking when I looked, cos it would’ve gone all over my keyboard!)
Not a lot to report really. Work becomes ever more depressing… and there’s nothing like being repeatedly told “Things are changing. Get on board or get out.”
So I’m getting. I have a week left to put in a job application for the local council (and I’m crossing fingers that the pay cut and the tax cut will cancel each other out!). Today was a family day at work, on a Sat. For 6 hours. I have no family to take atm, so I went and worked and was seen. Then after an hour, I left. Then I went back cos I thought I wasn’t being fair, so I’d go see if someone else needed a hand or a break or whatever. The answer was no. So, I left again after an hour. I’m SO pathetic now I wonder if I did the right thing, and maybe I should’ve stayed and oh FUCK IT. I have other shit to do. If they want to make an example of me, they can fucking wait til fucking Monday to fucking do it.
It’s semester 2 for uni, and I have finally got my access. Not received any of my course materials yet (apparently I rate a text book for one subject even!), but I’m pretty pumped. You can tell by the way I’m telling you all instead of actually doing anything can’t you? The lush of my life is away till tomorrow afternoon, so naturally this is the perfect opportunity for me to get in and do study and housework - and I don’t want to do anything.
I have a half marathon in four weeks that I haven’t trained for. It’s so cold here I have the heater going in the study. The sun is out, but I think it’s not for long. It’s a shame, but the plants need it. I wanted to go trail running today, but as it was raining and I was alone I didn’t. Dry and alone is fine, but broken legs, no comms and hypothermia aren’t a good combo in my book. Yes, I’m that uncoordinated. You think I’d go for a road run in the rain instead? I don’t like wet feet. And I wanted to go trail running, so pffft to anything else.
Oh - NEWS!
I do believe that I ate my last doughnut ever last night while I was at the airport. Those of you that follow may remember that my favourite killer food was a strawberry Krispy Kreme? Well, I had my first one in over a year, and it was too sweet, and not hitting the right buttons. Plus I got a gut ache and stabby headache and it probably explains why I don’t care much about anything today… so while on one hand it’s sad that I no longer have a ‘go-to’ food vice, on the other it’s kind’ve cool that I just don’t like them anymore. “Empowering” may be too dramatic. “Freeing” may be a better term. Shit. You think I ate the fucking things all day every day! (not since arriving in Afghanistan nearly two years ago buddy - and that wore thin pretty quick. Only cos I knew what it was going to do to me, not because I was sick of them though!). Which only leaves pizza. And I’ve sworn that off for an undisclosed period too.
What the HELL am I supposed to eat on my bloody birthday that’s decadent and healthy?!?!