Hello again folks! It’s the end of another week and I’m eating a toastie for lunch and mentally scrolling back through my week and considering what the highlights were.
After last weeks self-pitying about feeling burnt out and unmotivated you’ll be pleased to know that I felt a lot better this week.
Not exactly go getting perhaps, but certainly much more like my normal (lazy) self.
One very big reason for that is that this week I….
Like the WHOLE day. On Tuesday I determined I would not sit at my laptop and work, but instead have a day of relaxation, and if there’s one thing that day taught me it’s that I am very bad at relaxing.
I did a little tidying up, did some Yoga, then randomly started panicking about some work things that could easily have waited till Wednesday. Once I’d calmed myself down I took myself out for a pub lunch and read a book in the sunshine.
Then I got home, had a lovely long bath and watched Harry Potter with a glass of wine before having an early night.
By the end of the day I very nearly felt relaxed. I think I probably need 3 or 4 of those days in a row, but for the time being I certainly feel a lot better than I did the week before!
You know when sometimes you have days when everything just goes a tiny bit wrong, but it’s not a *bad* day, just an irritating one. Like you hit every red light on the way to the supermarket, realise you’ve forgotten your Nectar card so you can’t collect your points on the big shop, then your hard drive recorder missed the first couple of minute of your favourite show.
Well Wednesday was like the opposite of one of those days.
I’m not going to go so far as to call it a great day, but I am maybe regretting not buying a scratch card. For pretty much the first time ever I arrived at the Gym and the squat rack was free when I got there and I didn’t have to hang around and wait. The bar for deadlifts was also free, it often is when I arrive, but inevitably as I finish my last set of squats I will watch someone start to load it up with weights with an “I’m in this for the long haul” look about them. Not today, oh no. Today the bar was free too, and then there was a bench free when I wanted one of those as well.
Well, this is nice. I thought.
Then I popped into Iceland on the way home to pick up some dinner and found a nice big cabinet of the exact thing I wanted all reduced to 75p, hurrah! So I bought a bottle of Prosecco to have with dinner as well (totally because it was in a fancy looking bottle and I’m a mug for a fancy bottle) and got ID’d at the till (and I had ID on me as well. Being ID’d at 36 when you don’t have any and have to go home with no wine is NOT a good thing).
Ah, if only all days could go so smoothly.
Ok, those of you who don’t know anything about Roller Derby, which I imagine is quite a lot of you, are going to have to imagine that you play Football and, er, *racks brain for name of Footballer*, David Beckham popped along to coach your team.
On Saturday our league had a guest coach in the form of Kid Block from London Roller Girls and Team England. I was very excited, and also super nervous. There’s always that terrifying feeling that you won’t be able to do any of the skills and the guest coach will think you are a deluded fool for ever thinking you could even try and play Roller Derby.
Of course, that didn’t happen. What did happen was a really useful training session which covered lots of things that had been playing on my mind for a while as to how to deal with them while playing. I won’t go on about it, because none of you have any idea what the hell I’m on about. Lets just say it was a very exciting day for me!
You can spot me at the front in yellow with a big cheesy grin. Kid Block is on the back, far right of the picture.
I’m pretty sure that’s supposed to be a bad thing? I remember “drinking alone” being like a *gasp* you’re obviously an alcoholic thing. I think these days it’s much easier to use social media to convince yourself that you’re part of a large community of people drinking alone and sharing their solo drinking on Facebook.
Mr Chick was away on Saturday night, so with limited funds and nothing more exciting to do I put on a pair of glamorous Harry Potter pyjamas, poured myself a glass of fizzy wine and watched some Roller Derby on You Tube to see if I could spot and of the tactics we’d learnt at practice in action.
I could, and by the time I finished the bottle I was in a very good mood and thought it was an excellent idea to open another bottle, because I totally wasn’t drunk at all yet, oh no.
I definitely did some singing, which I’m sure my neighbours were very happy about, then I went to bed and woke up feeling less enthusiastic about that second bottle than I had been at 10pm the night before. I was even less enthusiastic when I got to the gym and started jumping around.
I feel much better now though, and am improved enough to be wondering whether there might be free wine at an exhibition private view I’ve been asked to go along to. So that’s good news!
I’ve also just realised last weeks diary included a dramatic hangover and too much wine as well. It’s not that much of a habit, I promise!
How was your week?