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Date: 09 November 2008 15:07:55
I reckoned it was about time I did something. My motivation to do much is limited at the moment - well, not so much my motivation, but my energy levels. But it's one thing feeling low and lethargic and giving myself time to readjust, it's another thing risking a sink into depression which will benefit nobody, least of all me. So, feeling hypocritical for giving my children pep talks and ignoring them myself, I decided to get off my increasinly large backside and DO SOMETHING. Not housework - 15 minutes is about my limit with that - but something more rewarding.
First of all, I have volunteered. Idiot woman that I am, I have volunteered to make the teas and coffees at the Smudgelet's music centre once a quarter. Not an arduous workload - but rather an intensive one. Three and a half hours of non-stop coffee making. Not that the coffee was the problem, but have you ever tasted my tea? And with a dribblesome teapot which only seemed to hold enough tea for two mugs and a stream of customers who seemed hell-bent on seeing me struggle..... I sold twice as many teas as coffees and hot chocolates put together. Hee hee - bet they won't make that mistake again!
But worse, far worse. On an impulse as I walked past the leisure centre I went in and signed myself up for their One Journey. (One journey to an early grave, I reckon!) It involves a commitment to a minimum of three visits to the leisure centre per week for five weeks - not to sit in the cafeteria and drink coffee, but to go to the gym or the pool and actually DO stuff! Their side of the bargain is to inflict upon me someone who actually keeps tabs on whether I am doing it or not and how successful I'm being. They meet with me five times over the five weeks, draw up a torture-plan and maliciously wield tape measures and scales and... even worse... a flexibility meter at my poor beleaguered body. Interesting that they do their questionaire about levels of self-esteem before totally anihiliating same with one flick of the tape measure.
The aim? Well, by Christmas I want to be feeling fitter and more energetic. But more than that, I want to rediscover where my get up and go got up and went. I mean, for me to have a Christmas Shopping day on the mainland with my friend, having disposed of the Smudgelet until late at night, and then to find I was ready to come home by lunchtime just isn't good enough. Perfectly justified retail therapy is only effective if you have the energy and motivation to see it through! So with my new, monitored, exercise regime (complete with reward system if I achieve it - that bit I like, though I'm not sure yet what the rewards are - hopefully not a free session at the gym!) and with the diet which I have also started (and blew today with a "cheer-up-the-Smudgelet" trip to McDonalds - which has in turn failed as he's now moping round the house in high dudgeon because I had the inhumanity to ask him for five minutes to myself) I hope to rediscover my thinner self (she's in there somewhere).