Tuesday 17 November 2009

What a hectic couple of days!! Much has happened in my life, I feel like a new woman. I do love a good list featuring bullet points so here we go:

• I now live in my very own 3 bedroom house with a lovely garden & a deck out the back.
• My car had a serious illness in the form of a left rear shock absorber presenting itself in the boot. This was swiftly managed by my wonderful mechanic and friend Samir, who I think everyone should call upon for all their car care needs. He didn’t have the necessary part so he simply fashioned it from other parts that he did have. The man is a genius. And his kid is a cutie!!
• My washing machine decided it would not drain or spin. I fixed this one solo by jamming my finger in the filter and poking around for a bit. I pulled out a screw, and now she runs like brand new again! Samir did want to fix this for me too, but I could not abuse his kindness any further given he’d come to fix my car on a beautiful, sunny Sunday!
• Today I gave blood for the first time in about 5 years. I was able to give about 4mL before feeling dizzy, so they whipped the massive needle out of my arm and basically hung me upside down to get some blood to my head. Then they tried to get me to eat all sorts of Mars Bars, chips, apple juice etc but I was having none of it - don't they know I have a goal session at the gym on Thursday and must be at my thinnest??!
• I have made my already strained relationship with a certain person demonstrably less pleasant with an email I sent about 2 hours ago… She should just do her job properly! It is surely not that hard!

Yesterday I was so charged with energy that I did a weights session in the morning, a 35 minute run at lunch time and was keen for the gym in the evening. However as fate would have it, I ended up working late so didn’t get home until about 7:30pm, then was going to go for a walk with Grant but it started raining. So I vacuumed the house instead, which honestly filled me with joy. I have hated having dirty floors! Tomorrow I am going all out and doing some bug bombs through the whole place before I leave for work, and then I’m going to mop all the hard floors when I get home!! It really is fun and fulfilling to be me.

I’m finding that I am going through musical phases. A few weeks ago, I listened religiously to Radiohead. Then it was Pearl Jam. Then I went through a Cure week, then The Pixies and now it’s Counting Crows. Counting Crows depress me somewhat so I think it’s time to move on. I need some more Stone Temple Pilots tunes – I have a few of their songs but not enough to really get into them.

I’ve re-booked to give blood again on 8 Feb 2010. That massive, drinking-straw-like needle will not beat me. The lady said several times that I have fabulous veins, until I eventually replied, “Thank you, I’ve been working on them.” with a very solemn look on my face. She didn’t know whether to laugh or not, so she just walked away. I really must learn not to wind people up who are: (a) trying to care for me; or (b) able to jab me with a massive needle at any moment.

I am dreading my goal session at the gym on Thursday. I hate things like this where I have to have inspirational conversations. Honestly, the main reasons I go to the gym include never ever wanting to be overweight again, secretly liking being sweaty (it makes me feel like I am actually fit and not just pretending!) and because I have nothing better to do. I don’t have any massive things I want to achieve – I really just want to live a healthy and happy life, and part of that is exercise! But they always make me set these goals, and talk about how they can make my experience better etc – why would I wait 9 weeks to tell them if I wanted them to change something? If I had feedback, I would totally just blurt it out!! But I guess not everyone is as blunt as me. And I do want a 6-pack. Maybe not a boy-like 6-pack (thanks to all the boys who have talked me out of wanting a proper 6-pack - stinkers!). A nice, feminine toned tummy would be good. Unlike my current keg. I guess I’ll just go on about the 6-pack and the keg for a while until we move on and I don’t have to speak anymore.

I think I must be in a miserable mood today. I know I don’t have a keg, and I actually like my goal sessions at Vision – mainly cos I like seeing how I am progressing, and I thought it was fabulous news when I heard they don’t use the callipers anymore! My trainer in Bondi used to literally grab my flabby bits and wobble them up and down for a good 20 seconds before pinching them with the callipers. It was brutal. I was worried this time because I don’t have as much flab as back then to share the jiggling between.

For those of you who knew about the recent rumour on Bec’s Rumour Mill, I can now confirm that it is unfounded and incorrect. It was fun (and funny!) while it lasted, but Karen and I know now that it was all a pipe-dream that such a scandal could take place in our simple little lives.

- B xxx