Monday 23 November 2009

What a fab weekend!! I am completely useless today though – I feel like an absolute space cadet. And I have been mean and unapproachable (though I am not sure if that is specific to TODAY or if I am just noticing it today because I feel miserable and am beating myself up!). I had about 4 hours sleep last night, and about 5 the night before – through the week I try to get 8 – 9 hours a night so operating on the little amount I had over the weekend does not work well for me. I was actually having a lot of trouble concentrating when I was driving to the gym and then on to work this morning – poor other drivers who were left in my wake is all I can say!

So I did end up going to Run Club on Saturday morning. And I have to say, it was one of the best ones I’ve had so far. The run was great – I felt really good, and I got chatting to this guy who is in the middle of gearing up for a career change from fork lift driving to personal training – it was inspiring and made me even more excited about starting uni next year. Even though my course will take me 8 years. And I have to spend 6 of those years saving my butt off so I can afford to do the Masters full time. It’s exciting. Honest.

After Run Club I got myself to Ashfield to pick up a fabulous recliner – I love it! When I got it home I spent ages trying to figure out the best place to put it – in the end I have settled on the corner of the room, and when I get my new bookshelves it will serve as my little library. Yes, I am well and truly an absolute nerd. Thanks Sarah and sorry again that I couldn't stay for coffee!!

In the evening Meg and I had a great drive to Beth’s party, laughing all the way. Meg is awesome company and she takes delight in my hare-brained schemes which I just think is hilarious (especially since most other people have now realised how mentally unstable I clearly am). At Beth’s place I got to meet Adam, a mate of Beth’s who she has told me a million stories about so it was great to finally put a face to his name. Beth was running around on punch-management duties so we didn't get to have a decent conversation, however I am proud to report she put Zooper Doopers in the punch which, despite that fact that I was unable to sample any since I was driving, pleased me immensely. There was about 5 of us having this ridiculous conversation which started off being about the different types of M&Ms but soon moved on to Turkish Delight (both Adam and I love it, but neither of us are impressed with the changes to the Fry’s bars – 60% less fat, what is the point of that?? If you’re having a chocolate bar, you might as well have a bloody full fat chocolate bar!), Cadbury Roses and then made the jump over to Chinese parents not holding their children for 100 days after they are born. Yes, we managed such a leap in conversational topics. It was both seamless and awesome.

On Sunday my Dad came over to help me mend a gap in my fence. I managed to all but sever my left pinkie finger, but the fence is gap free and ready for Jeff’s imminent arrival! I’m so excited about Jeff coming – only a few more weeks to get through! Thanks Dad for your help and for almost severing your own index finger for the cause!

In the evening yesterday I had the 18th/Debut to go to. It was everything I had expected and so much more. There were all sorts of choreographed dances, people with guitars and amazing vocalists. Two of the acts sang the same song (whoops!) and Minna (the debutant & my brother Grant’s girlfriend) sang two songs – she is a fabulous singer and looks like Cinderella in a ball gown. The evening has sparked a feud of sorts in my family however. It is quite a humorous feud, but it is a feud nonetheless. So, there was a sachet of tartare sauce left over after dinner on the table. I had the bright idea to put it in my Mum’s handbag, so Steve, who was sat right next to Mum, did so. She soon discovered it and put it on the next table with a stern warning to both of us to cut it out. Of course this only served to make us keener to wind her up, so we retrieved the sauce, and Steve slipped it in her bag without her noticing. This morning I had a call from Steve (who is 23 years old by the way) saying Mum had stashed the sauce in his sandwich (underneath the cling wrap but not inside the sandwich – I would have found it even more comical if she’d actually made the sachet part of the sandwich but oh well – next time perhaps!) when she made his lunch this morning. Putting aside the fact that Mum still makes his lunch, Steve is hell bent now on getting her back. He did repeatedly say the words, “Well played Sir, well played.” during his conversation with me so I can tell he is very impressed with Mum’s innovation and her commitment to the feud. I wait with excited anticipation for the next instalment!

This morning at training it was honestly an uphill battle. I was ½ asleep, despite the fact I stopped off for a short black before heading to the gym. I’d forgotten to bring a towel with me, so I was sweaty and moody and horrible. My trainer told me I’m not to go to bed after 9pm from now on as he doesn’t like me when I’ve had no sleep. Frankly, I don’t like the way he bosses me around with his “Lift this, push that, hold it, you’ve got one more.” nonsense! After I left I sent him a text as I’ve been concerned about the new macronutrient values I’m meant to be following – he told me he’d already said last week that I should stay on the fat loss ones despite the new program. My concern with this is that I can already clearly see my ribs – I’m not sure that fat loss nutrients on an even more intense program will do much for remaining un-emaciated. Because I’m so spacey today I texted him back to say I must have tuned out when he said that and now I feel mean – I hope he doesn’t think I don’t listen to him. I do most of the time, but sometimes if I have a lot of stuff going through my mind all at once I might miss things. Also, since I was overcome with dread at having to have a goal session I was surprised and taken aback that it was actually not as bad as I had been expecting. So Mr PT, if you are reading this, do not be offended or think I am not listening to you. Heed less of my words and more of my actions – I tend to say a lot of stuff I haven’t thought through. Mainly via text. :o) But I think everyone will agree that I am working hard at my training and eating what you tell me to. Gone are the days of M&Ms for dinner. They have been replaced with visible ribs to prove it.

- B xxx