Knowing I was somewhat overdue on blogging up a general progress report I decided tonight was the night. Only I couldn't remember what it was I am meant to be reporting on the progress of, at least not without referring back to earlier blogs. How. Embarrassing. *Blush*. In itself that will undoubtedly explain why in some areas things haven't been going to plan.
Namely Getting Thinner hasn't been going to plan. I got all over-excited when I weighed in under 13 stone for the first time in about 178 years and that feel good feeling made me come over all taking my eye off the ball and I now weigh in at 13 stone and .... four ruddy pounds!
Aaargh. Well. It was 'aargh' for a little while and then I realised I wasn't looking on the bright side. Clearly it has nothing to do with bagels and wine and baked brie with redcurrant sauce and black pudding mash and lemon posset and shortbread biscuits. It is because happiness weighs more than sadness. *Big pleased with self grin*.
However, as happiness is evidently a little heavier than sadness - and I currently have a pretty good stash of happiness to hand - it will require a slightly more impressive commitment to the 4 x 10 activities in order to get back on track. Starting with 4 x 10 bicep and tricep thingies in about half an hour.
Getting Out More - I am pretty successful on this front as I am enjoying getting out more. Even if you include the visits to the launderette I now have to make because it would appear I have ruined the washing machine's life too. Pfft.
Learning to Drive - This one is on hold. For a bit. After Nice Man became a little less nice I got scared and felt I needed a break. Of course, that in turn made me feel a bit like a bit of a failure. Fortunately The Crockabilly was to hand with a pep talk and suggested I shouldn't be taking driving lessons as if they were some kind of medicine - all thoroughly unpleasant but necessary for survival.
He suggested they might be regarded as fun (Really?) and that driving might just be something to look forward to rather than something I must do or else! Interesting concept. So I discussed it with Nice Man who implied that The Crockabilly might be on to something. I can now be found in the launderette muttering "driving is fun, driving is fun, driving is fun ...."
Considering a Career - A career? At my age? I can hear a Ricky Gervais cackling "You're 'avin' a laugh" in my head. A freakin' career. I am categorically decided I am not the career type. Obviously. Otherwise I would have one already.
What I do have is a bloody vocation. It's always been there and I really want it but it is still proving difficult to spit it out and admit it. Because to admit it will mean I have to try it and if I try it and fail then surely is game over. You know. I don't even want to talk about it. So I won't.
In the meantime I will be flouncing up my CV for the fallback position in case I can't find where I put that courage I wrote about yesterday.
Yours in hope & fear, AJ x
No comments:
Post a Comment