When I write on this site I spew it all out straight from the guts and come back later to turn it into proper English. Or sometimes I’ll just make Gareth read it and tell me where the mistakes are. I was saying to him the other night how I’ve been stuck in this musing, reflective mood lately and every time I write something it feels like an annoying internal dialogue, raising more questions than it answers.
"I feel like the fat blog version of Carrie Bradshaw when they did those voiceovers as she wrote her columns on Sex and the City. Except five million times more irritating."
"Except you would be called Calorie Bradshaw," said Gareth. "NO! Calorie FLABshaw. Hee hee!"
I shall try and write more about fat busting proper, but I am really bumbling along lately and feeling quite inept. Not falling in a heap but not making any real progress with fitness or feeling particularly ZINGY with health, you know? I’ve got masses of work to do and those recent trips got me off my trusty exercise schedule and the meals were a bit sloppy for awhile there.
Gareth and I went out on the bikes the other night, he did his 10 mile loop and I did my wee 7 miler. It was nice to be outside with the fresh air and humans. I’m happy to report that unlike last time we did not finish at the same time! I have improved! I had been sitting back in the house for a whole FIVE MINUTES before he arrived. Whoa, move over Lance Armstrong!
I really need to learn how to take my hands of the bloody handlebars though. I feel so much more relaxed on the bike – I don’t grip so hard, but I still can’t quite let go. The air is choked with pollen and small bitey insects at the moment, and the wind was flinging them all straight into my face. But of course I was too chicken to lift my hand to swipe them away. So I just pedalled blindly, gasping and sneezing and swearing and jerking my head at random intervals. Arrgh.
And isn’t funny about women and men, and how like, they’re different and stuff?
Love and kisses,