The lovely M has a blog game thingy going on where she gives you a letter and you come up with ten words starting with that letter that somehow pertain to your life. Here is my lacklustre attempt at the letter T!
Total rest is what the physio ordered this week, since the knee hadn’t improved. No bike, no Spin, no Pilates, no Everest attempts – no freaking exercise at all. (Updated to clarify: This is rest for the upper body too as the shoulder/back are still problematic, see my comment below. The only thing I am doing is certain kinds of ab exercises and of course the physio exercises.)
For the past five-and-a-bit years I have spent all my energies trying to motivate myself to move my flabby arse, but I have to find the motivation not to move. It’s been complete and utter…
Torture! There was a time when I’d have done anything to avoid exercise. I’d long for broken legs or measles or rabies – anything to keep me out of PE class. I’ve finally got my note from the doctor and now I don’t want it. I feel so flabby and blah. But I will be good and rest properly, because I have a fear of…
Theatres. Operating theatres, that is. If my knee doesn’t heal soon I may need an arthroscopy. It is a routine procedure, but that doesn’t mean I won’t freak out. I don’t want a camera poking round in my joints, thanks very much.
Three is the number of days left in May, which means I have three days in which to finish the draft 2001 chunk of my stinking book. I am slightly behind schedule.
Time-wasting is what I am doing by writing this entry instead of writing those chapters.
Thirteen thousand words of shite is what I have so far. It stinks. Can you smell if from where you are? Let us pray that it will all scrub up at the editing stage.
Tea is a beverage I like to drink. Especially when paired with scones and jam and cream.
Tea is also another word for dinner, and tonight I’ll be cooking Melissa’s droolworthy Roasted Sweet Potatoes with Spicy Feta-Olive Salad.
Triceps are my favourite body part to exercise when doing weights. I like tricep kickbacks and barbell extensions, but cannot do tricep push-ups for love or money.
Two kilograms is the amount of Yeo Valley Natural Yogurt crammed into our fridge right now, since I accidentally clicked on four 500g tubs when placing our online grocery order, instead of the usual four wee 150g tubs. Anyone for smoothies?
Righto, old chaps. I better skdaddle. Hope you are all well!