15 November. Nothing to see here…

Well, I knew that the day was going to be difficult by the fact I didn’t want to get out of bed.

And I even used the ‘well, it’s late, so the gym will be all full of people now’ excuse not to go.

And I ate biscuits. Why? Good question. I didn’t even hesitate today, I just hooked in. How many, I do not know. Suffice to say I’m feeling very sheepish.

And I followed this up with chips for dinner. And more for desert. Cos chips are better than banana cake, right?


I did manage to get to the gym after all of that. Sprints on the dreadmill – it’s been a while. And boy, did I just about puke all those chips up too. At least I went, at least I did something today, and at least I have a plan for tomorrow.

Wake up earlier. Get up and go to the damn gym. Sheesh. One JOB.


In other news…

I’m studying again. Two different strands at the moment, one for a new job (here’s hoping anyway!), and one for my dream job (not likely to get it but I love it).

Since taking it up again, I have become more aware of the chemicals that we are putting into ourselves, and into the environment. I had no idea how bad microplastics were until I did a paper on them – I only heard in the media they were ‘bad’ and I stopped using products with microbeads in, but I had NO idea of just how widespread and going to be impossible to get rid of they really were. Babywipes down the toilet? OMG. Send your kids to a trip at the water treatment plant so they learn what not to do at a younger age PLEASE!! So I am trying to be a bit more conscious with small things, like using glass, not using plastic bags, cutting down on packaging – which isn’t much in the long run, but we got to start somewhere, right?

The other thing I’ve started doing is looking at what I am putting on my body – the stuff that gets absorbed by the biggest organ and then pee’d back out into the environment. I am sorry to say I saw a rock deodorant at one of ‘those’ stores (hippie? organic? biofriendly??) and brought one to try out, and after a week of use at work, I am impressed.. I do still have to take it out for a serious sweatfest on a run, but I am away from home for a few more days yet, so I should know this time next week how it holds up to some more serious exercise. And in actual fact, I really don’t care, it’s mostly so I can work without sweating, and it does that just fine, so if I DO sweat during a run, who cares? And if I smell, who cares?

I also made up some home made beauty stuff to send to my lovely Mother for her birthday this year – lavender scented bath salts, beeswax and coconut oil moisturiser, and sugar and coffee scrub. I use them at home too and love them, but I wanted to send something from the heart that was not bad for anyone or thing. I hope! We are also drinking Kombucha, as the more I read about the impact of gut bacteria on health, the more awareness I have of it, and the more I want to be trying to do the right thing by us (and them too!).

I just hope that we can wind back some of the damage we’ve done to the environment and to ourselves before it’s tipped too far.


My, doesn’t time fly?

All I can imagine is that I haven’t had an awful lot to say over the past few years.

I’m sorry. Not sorry.

Recap? In a nutshell, still with the lush of my life, in Sydney but not for long. Coming to the end of another work cycle and about to move again… not thrilled, but what can you do? Next on the agenda is Newcastle, NSW – hopefully for longer than a few years, but there is nothing in this job that is a given (except maybe payday!), so who knows.

I have been half assed with my exercise since coming back from overseas in 2013, and I am going to try and get my mojo back. Running has been limited to trail runs – and nowhere near often enough as I’d like, so that’s also something that has to change. Eating has been pretty good, but I’ve fallen into a bit of a rut with the old ‘just this one/once/meal’ sneaking in. So I’ve had to make a promise to myself. To look after myself better. That’s it. And I have to remind myself of this promise at least 87 times a day (especially when I’m eating with work and therefore waaaay too much yummy food). To look after myself better means to take care of myself. To think about what I’m doing or not doing, and to do the things I should do, more, and the stuff I shouldn’t do, less. I’m not going to say I won’t fuck up, I’m going to give myself permission to make the choice. And hope like hell that the choice I make 99 times out of 100 will be the best choice for myself.

So today, I am looking after myself better.

I got up early and went to the gym. Sure it wasn’t anything spectacular – a few light arm free weights, a couple of km on the dreadmill and some pilates to sort out those stupid adductors of mine that don’t exist. The main point was, I went. I got up, and I did something. And perhaps this afternoon I’ll do some more… although I am kind’ve enjoying lying on my back in the peace and quiet – it won’t last for long I’m sure 🙂