Today I farted and the world did not end.
I farted on the leg press machine and, you know what?
No body cared.
One woman looked in my direction, instinctively, and just shrugged her shoulders as if to say ‘Yeah, it happens’.
It was oddly liberating!
Will I make a point to do it again? No, of course not. That’s gross.
But I ain’t gonna stress about it, either.
[Yes, this post was entirely about farts. Don’t pretend to be so surprised]
Do you think in pictures or words?
When you read “the brown cow waddled to the gate” do you picture the cow walking, or do the words swirl around in your head?
Usually, I see a version of what’s being described – like a movie playing out in my bed. Every now and then there’ll be a key word that just flashes – as a word – and that’s what sticks in my memory. Not the pictures, just the word.
Once I learned this, it made studying so much easier. Learn the keyword prompts that will get the movie to play in your head, so you can put it down on paper. Super.
But then there are strange times like this morning. I have no idea what I was dreaming about, but I woke with the words “GYM LUBE” at the forefront of my mind. Big, white letters on a plain black background.
I have no idea what that means.
There’s definitely a Google search warranted, but not until after work tonight. This isn’t the sort of thing to look up on your work phone, on an overcrowded public bus…
Today marks the end of my summer holidays. Back to work tomorrow, and I’m looking forward to it.
So, I made it a day of pampering. It was great – gym, sauna, massage, shopping, movies, home for a delicious home cooked dinner and in bed well before my usual bed time. Success.
There was plenty of yarny-goodness, too. As a knitting-fiend, this sight in the changing room made me super happy:
Seriously, look at this – I want to make one, too! Going to have to learn how to crochet…
Any other yarn-addicts out there? Have you found a way to blend it with your fitness / gym activities?
There are plenty of reasons to do things.
Fun. Expectations. Routine. Habit. Fluke. Because someone told you to.
There are as many reasons as there are things.
But what about the bigger stuff? Those life-changing goals.
The collation of lots of little actions. Small moves. Those things.
To accomplish something bigger, you need motivation. Inspiration. Drive. A plan.
I’m sitting here, on my comfy new bed, staring at a half-eaten pizza and feeling really disappointed.
What I can’t figure out is whether I’m disappointed because I ate the pizza, or if I ate the pizza because I feel disappointed. A little from column A & a little from column B, I suspect.
Which begs the question – how much do I want this? My weight-loss goal.
A lot. A lot a lot. But do I want it for me, or because I feel like I should?
That part, I really don’t know.
So, I know I can.
But do I really want it?
So… I dropped a bed on my foot.
My bare foot.
Today, my gorgeous new ultra – plush super king bed arrived. Which meant that I had to move my solid wooden queen bed frame into my guest bedroom.
Long story short, I was doing it barefoot first thing this morning and dropped the frame smack – bang in the middle of the top of my foot. Thunk.
Thought nothing of it at the time, but as the day goes on it’s getti by really blinkin’ sore. No colourful bruise (yet) but there’s a very definite bump. Aaaaand I can’t walk on it.
So I’m making the most of my new bed with a lot of this;
Not conducive to fitness, but it is good for catching up on old episodes of The Block.
I don’t think it’s broken, but it’s getting progressively worse. Elevating is makes it hurt more. It doesn’t hurt if I don’t move but that’s not practical, even for the laziest person I know!
Thinking of just sucking it up and leaving it as-is tonight. Get it checked tomorrow if it’s worse.
I’ve never done anything like this to my before – I have no idea what I’m doing. What do you think?