Wednesday, September 05, 2012
Well, the title says it all! I'm skipping the gym tonight. I have worked out for the past 5 days in a row, so it is time for a break. I actually didn't realise it was 5 days, until I looked back. I usually take Saturdays off, but since I was up and motivated last week I took a class instead. My last rest day was Thursday. Since then
Friday - Weights
Saturday - Spin
Sunday - Weights
Monday - Kickboxing
Tuesday - Weights
Whew, I deserve a night off. If I was just tired I would probably power through a boxing class, but my shoulders are sore so I think I need to rest my muscles.
Mum is home from the hospital. I'm cooking her spaghetti bolognese for dinner which I am going to pack full of veggies.
And that is my boring life! Goodnight!
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Well, I have had a busy day.
I got a text around 10.30 from my mum saying that she was in hospital. Her cold wasn't getting better so she went back to the doctor who sent her straight to the hospital to rule out pneumonia. Luckily work was really understanding and sent me to be with her. All the tests have come back negative, so she is just in being observed and she can come home tomorrow.
While I was at the hospital my boyfriend called me and said that I shouldn't panic but he cut his finger making dinner (to put in the crockpot) and it wouldn't stop bleeding. Left mum in the hospital, went to get the boyfriend and took him to the accident and emergency centre. Only a minor injury, but he needed a tetanus injection and a dressing.
Whew. Luckily everyone is safe and sound tonight. Very lucky to live in a country with such awesome (free!) medical care!
It goes without saying that my eating wasn't awesome today. I took my morning tea to the hospital, so I had a banana there. Picked up sushi for lunch. Dinner was in the crockpot, so no major there. I tried millet for the first time, which is minor compared to the rest of the day, but it was yummy. Managed to get to the gym for a quick weights session. I am sore from kickboxing, mainly in my back.
Now I have to organise a little bit for tomorrow, and then I can relax!
Monday, September 03, 2012
Well. It was nothing like I expected. Firstly, no one told me that coordination was required. I have no coordination; I trip up stairs and fall into walls. Terrible. I got a space at the back so if I managed to make a complete idiot of myself the audience would be limited. Luckily I got a spot next to a lovely guy from boxing, so we laughed our way through the class.
It was very fast. I did struggle to keep up. I did say 'what the f***?', more than once. I did ask the guy next to me if he felt ridiculous too (he did, but said I had some good moves and I'd be fun to go clubbing with, so there is that). I did accidentally kick the wrong way and kick the guy next to me. But it was enjoyable. Not something I'd usually be into, but something I would do again. AND I burned 450 calories in a 45 minute class (HRM reading)! Not too shabby! My only complaint is that the music was very, very loud and I couldn't hear the instructions, so I just did what the person in front of me did.
So, I'll be back. It is a new challenge for me! Same time next Monday!
Sunday, September 02, 2012
Firstly, I went to the gym. Did my weights. Looked skinny. Observe
Love that top.
Then I got home and mentioned to my mum that I hadn't seen my cat, Pixie, in a while. Mum feeds the cats, so I figured I had just been missing her. Then mum said she thought I was feeding her, and she hadn't seen her in 2 days. Panic. Went outside and called for her. After 5 minutes she came running. Luckily I have her well name trained, and she knows my voice. I picked her up and took her inside for some food. First she wouldn't get out of my arms, and when she did she wouldn't eat. Not even some smoked salmon! This is one fat cat, she doesn't pass up food. I took her to the emergency vet. The vet said that physically she is fine, no sign of trauma. BUT she isn't eating and is very lethargic, which could be signs of any number of things. He thinks she may have had a fright or a scare which is why she is acting odd. He gave her a painkiller just in case and told me to contact my normal vet if she still isn't eating tomorrow.
She got home and collapsed in the hallway
And looks annoyed at me while I took photos. I'm the mean lady who takes her to the vet, after all!
So we just have to wait and see and hope that she starts eating again soon!
Saturday, September 01, 2012
I am awake. It is 4am. I have been awake for around an hour. I am clearly a dedicated teacher, because I woke up struggling to think of a compound sentence I could use to teach sentence structure this week. I KNOW. What a stupid thing to be dreaming about, especially on a Saturday night. And a compound sentence, really. The complex one I have already. By all rights it should be the other way around! Then my mind started wandering to my life and my future.
I have pretty much decided to break up with my boyfriend. I had a coffee with a former co-worker yesterday and it put a lot of things into perspective. One thing y'all don't know is that I financially support him 75% of the time. He only works part time (this term he is full time due to a maternity leave position) so it is up to me to cover his rent, petrol and general expenses. We pretty much pool our money but his contribution is usually 10% of mine. If we break up then I would finally have some disposable income. I know that money isn't everything, but I'd rather cry on my holiday to Italy, ya know? If we break up I could do some serious saving (I have very few expenses besides rent, petrol, insurance and a gym membership) and I could have the OE (overseas experience) I have been wanting. I am also the only one of us who is qualified. His lack of qualifications means he can't work overseas. I am desperate to move to the USA or UK and work for a year, but I can't do that with him. If we break up then I would have that door opened to me. I could work hard, get my teachers registration and go overseas for a while. Pretty much if I were single I would have a lot more doors open to me. I could do anything and everything I wanted to do. I wouldn't have to keep putting my life on hold because Russell doesn't have money or doesn't want to do something.
I have zest for life. I'm a freakin lime here, all zesty and ready to go. My boyfriend is zestless. He has no goals, no ambition. He is quite happy just to exist and hope for the best. I am not. I am 23 years old and I want things from my life. I want to see the world. I want to get out of my comfort zone, extend myself. I want to see the Golden Gate Bridge, the Leaning Tower, and the Great Wall of China. I want to have a one night stand with an attractive man with an accent. Hmmmm, getting sillier as the list goes on...
So now the hard part starts. The detangling of 6 years of a tangled life. Bank accounts, furniture, cats. All in both of our names. My car is in my name, thank goodness. Our debt is mainly in my name, but the savings are in both. I am thinking that we should pay off our debt and just split the leftover savings down the middle. It seems fairest. I think I should keep the engagement and wedding rings. They were purchased by me, using my staff discount, using my credit card which I have mainly paid off. Sigh, my beautiful engagement ring... He has his favourite cat, so he can have him. The other 2 cats are mine. One was pre relationship and the other was pre moving in together, so there is no question about who gets those cats. The bed his his, he can have it. Other than the couch, which is no comfortable, everything else was given to me by my parents, so I should keep it.
OH I could spend the next school holidays in England with my bestie! That would be beyond amazing!
And now it is 4.20. I should try and go to sleep now. I have plans for today! I want to run to the gym, do my weights and then walk home. Gotta keep getting hotter!
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