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]
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?
There’s nothing quite like having an entire room at the gym to yourself on a Sunday morning.
I was happy to be a loner in the cardio theatre for a big chunk of my workout this morning.
The weights floors had a few people, but still pretty empty.
Lesson learned: always make time for a Sunday morning train!
Since getting back home in the city for New Years, I’ve been able to get back to the gym a bit. It’s great – Wellington’s not really a summer destination so everyone clears out of the city and places like the gym are empty. You’re almost guaranteed to get the gear you’re after. No waiting. It’s great.
But when the sun comes out, you have to make the most of it – get outside and enjoy the fresh air!
We’ve had a run of good weather recently (except New Years Eve, because this is Wellington and that would have been too easy. See earlier ‘not really a summer destination’ comment) so we planned to have a walk around to the seal colony at Red Rocks.
There weren’t any seals – it’s the completely wrong time of year (we’d need to be there in winter). But the walk was good.
Great company. Good views.
Nice start to the day.
Learned a couple of things today, too.
- Bees like purple. Don’t have purple on or around your crotch. This can lead to very tense moments.
- Always wear sunblock. Always. And it you think you have enough on, put some more on anyway.
- You don’t have to sit down to get sand in your pants, unfortunately. (WTF? Wellington, you’re a creepy kind of windy). Also, bonus lesson: you never grow out of it.
Yup. You learn something new everyday.
What did you get up to today?
What did you learn?