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Friday, November 09, 2012

I have a colleague who always says, when I bump into him, 'We live in interesting times.' For 'interesting' read 'horrible'. He should worry. He's retiring in a few weeks' time.

I on the other hand am lucky, I'm likely to be working full time for another 15 years minimum. That's lucky because so many people don't get the opportunity. I keep reminding myself of this.

This week, in particular, I had to do that a lot. One thing you don't realise in your 20s and 30s is that when you hit your 50s, any PMT you suffer from is likely to spread itself from two or three days in a month to a fortnight. A whole fortnight when you're really not fit to know, you want to eat everything all the time, you want to burst into tears at every and any excuse or even for none at all, and your cats irritate you so much you shut them out of the sitting room. Poor puddies! I've let them back in again now. There's only so much yowling my neighbours will put up with.

Then of course I had to spend two evenings filling in applications for promotions that I confidently expect not to get, but if you don't try, you're infinitely more likely not to get them. I've had premenstrual insomnia, a bit of earache, chronic sneezing and general bloodymindedness to deal with this week. I went seriously off-piste last night though oddly I didn't get piste, mainly because I couldn't be bothered to open a bottle of wine.

I did a bit better on the food front today, but you wouldn't call my gastronomic career this evening sparkling by any means.

(If you're still reading, I'm just finishing the build-up and am about to get to the point. Sorry it's taken a while.)

So there I was lying on the sofa going through my friend feed, moodily punching 'like' 'like' 'like' 'like' 'like' 'like' . . . and most of what I was liking was 'Bloggins received a 500 monthly fitness minutes award' 'Buggerlugs crossed 3 zillion fitness minutes' and after a while, I thought, 'Well, you've got the choice. Do you lie around on the sofa all evening eating toast and peanut butter, or do you go to the gym, work off some calories, stretch your muscles, get the endorphins running, and lift your mood?'

So I went to the gym. While at the gym I was listening to iPod and 'Green Onions' by Booker T and the MGs came on (mainly because I scooted through 20 songs to get to it, but forget that bit, it's bad theatre) and I thought, now there was a guy who knew a good dirty bassline when he heard one.

And I was watching the news on BBC Worldwide and there are 2.5 million refugees from the civil war in Syria.

And I thought, 'Just stop whingeing, now. And next time you want to whinge, come back and read this blog.'

And I also wonder, if at the end of June this year I hadn't gone asking Google to find me a free online food tracker, where would I be now? Without SparkPeople and all my SparkFriends, how much would I weigh, how much more unhealthy and unfit and miserable would I be?

It's too awful to contemplate.

As of now, I am in a good mood again, and back on the wagon.

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for listening.
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