Exercise?

Now that I live away from my parents, I have time to do things that I really enjoy doing and haven’t had a chance to do for a while because my parents – thought I love them, gets in the way sometimes.

And since I moved away, I have been doing a lot of walking (because I have to go to work and go home at the end of the day) and gone back to a 20 minute exercise every night.
Well, it’s 30 minutes, but I spend about 5 minutes warming up and 5 minutes warming down at the end so really, I do about 20 minutes of solid exercise.

My calves aches, my arms and shoulder ache (I have no upper body strength at all) and of course my back and my thighs hurts too.
And my ass – there’s muscles on my ass that I don’t realise exist… well I am aware of them, I just don’t pay much attention to them until they hurt.

Monday is Boot camp night, where I kick and box.
Tuesday is latin dance, shaking that hip and getting that waist moving.
Wednesday is hip-hop dance, and throwing up the arms and bouncing on my toes.
Thursday is for ballet fit, be graceful and kill those batwings.

And Friday?
Happy alcohol-day.

So far it’s worked really well and I really loved it, I somehow managed to keep myself moving for the last few weeks with a routine, and I am really surprised that I haven’t been over-exhausted.

Walking in heels has been a bit of a problem though.
Nonetheless it’s not too bad.
I don’t wear as much heels recently now anyway.

Sorry it’s going to be a short one today, I have a few bits to do so I am going to go away now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICK CARTER

Today is one of those exceptionally beautiful and gorgeous days in England. There’s literally no cloud in the sky and the sun is hanging low and shining like there’s no tomorrow.
And Nick Carter turns 36 today.
I remember when he turned 18.
Then 21.
Then 30.
The day he got married.
The day he announced to the world that his wife is pregnant.

I believe he is the one of the very few males that walks with me through my life without causing too much trouble.

Well, technically he did but then he caused a lot of people a lot of trouble too, and that’s not just me.

So Happy birthday Nick Carter, you’ve always been there for me, with love and music. Thank you and I love you very much still.

So yesterday night I tried to find out more about what happened the night before about the little girl who got her father very angry.
Her mother doesn’t say much because she was busy last night making cupcakes for her class (She’s a lab technician in a school but they also have their own form group, she doesn’t do any teaching through), she just said that kids nowadays just don’t respect their parents any more. I told her it might be to do with how kids are being treated and educated in England and she agrees with me.
I think that’s as far as we got on that subject.
I told her I used to be caned (I DID) when I was little, when I say or do something wrong.
She then asked if I turned out okay.
I asked her if she thinks I turned out okay and she said yes.
That was it.
Also this little girl (Not so little to be honest) is coming back home from uni tonight, so we’ll see how it goes – I don’t know if I’d see much of her though, I am usually going to be round about ten and her train isn’t arriving until after ten. And I get up in the morning quite early for work, so I probably wouldn’t see her until the weekend.

This morning walking to work was so funny.
There is a young lady dressed to the nines heading the same way as me for a good part of my journey. She was in front of me, and I have no intention to overtake her. She just wasn’t walking a quick as I was.
So when I overtake her, I could feel someone shooting daggers at my back.
Seriously.
So when she finally overtake me again (Well, I don’t know if you can call it overtaking, because she has to cross the road and go a different direction), I heard a mini ‘yes’ from her.
So to the young lady that was wearing a pair of black boots, black coat, holding onto a blue nylon medium Longchamp Le Pliage bag and long bleached blond hair tied up – I am possibly at least 5 years older than you and definitely at least half a foot shorter than you. If you walk faster than I do, that is pretty much a given. Why are you competitive? I am glad you get your exercise in the morning through, I think we walked about a mile and a half together and you are probably working at about 4 mph.
That’s some good exercise.

I am going home tomorrow and I am picking up my keys this weekend for my flat!
Obviously I’ll be spending tomorrow night and Saturday morning packing away but that’s pretty much a given.
It was going to be on Friday but there’s some issues so we are doing it on Saturday afternoon instead.
I got a wholeload of security stuff online yesterday, because I will be living on my own and I haven’t done that for over 10 years.
I mean, I didn’t go overboard (I don’t think). I got a pressure sensitive door wedge (the moment someone tries to open the door from the outside if I have activated it, it’ll make a noise at 120 dB, which is louder than a rock concert), LED motion sensor light (for my door, of course it’s also solar powered so I don’t even have to worry about batteries) and a wireless wifi camera with night vision, motion detect, audio and digital zoom. Apparently there is also a siren in there but I Haven’t figured out how yet). I don’t know if I’m being paranoid or am I being a bit neurotic, but I’d rather be safe than sorry to be honest – I have a lot more to lose now than nearly 10 years ago. It’s not death I am worried about, it’s the in between suffering an exposing myself to unnecessary danger that I am not keen on.
When I mean unnecessary danger I mean situation where I can’t control myself. I will still go onto rollercoasters and I’d go skydiving and bungy jumping in an instance, but I won’t subject myself to people breaking into my house without putting up a fight. Especially I am a single female living on my own.

I walk faster in flat shoes

I finally succumbed today and wore a pair of flats and used a backpack instead of my 300 pound 100% leather shoulder bag.

My back is getting quite sore and I think it’s also because the bed I am sleeping on is quite soft as well.
My body is probably also wondering why the hell am I Walking 10K step a day when I am not on holiday.

I shaved 10 minutes on my way to work today, just because I wore flat shoes.
I guess it’s flat shoes from now on, walking to and fro work. I am tempted to get a pair of Vibram Five fingers. There’s a pair that looks like ballet shoes, and they look really nice. I just have to find out where the hell I can get them.

Alternatively, next time when I go to Italy I’ll pick up a pair, and I’ll just wear my Vans for now (I need to break those shoes back from home first).

Also.
I haven’t had any coke for a third day in a row! I did have some chocolate yesterday and some M&M today though.
I feel quite unsociable sometimes, because so far I have been having lunch at my desk because of the sheer amount of operating procedure that I have to read and I Want to get most of them over and done with as soon as possible so I start getting work done.

I did do my first interesting work though – a guy in a different department asked me for my PROFESSIONAL OPINION. I am well shocked.
Me? A professional?
I mean, I joked about being one and I get very upset if people don’t think I am one when I work, but actually being considered as an adult and a professional, it feels VERY weird.
I think I like it though, so far.

On a different note, it is confirmed for a fact that SMAP is not breaking up, and my world has restored the equilibrium. They got me worried for a while. Life would have been so different if they are not a 5 piece boyband. It’s like now News is now 4 people, when it used to be 9 of them; KAT-TUN used to be 6 people and now there is 4 left, and it’d be 3 soon.

It’s so weird to say this but this week so far has been long and short all at the same time. Long when I am walking into work and walking home, short when I am actually at work and at home, and it feels like I am not sleep enough.
And whilst we are talking about sleeping, I woke up at about six this morning and for the next 40 minutes I’d fall asleep and woke myself up because I was breathing too hard or when I am snoring.

It’s Wednesday and so far I have survived my new role without too much problem.
Let’s keep it this way.

Really? Are you sure?

I was randomly told that a 50-something man will be reporting into me this morning.

SAY WHAT?

I wasn’t told that.

Anyways, we’re going to wait and see what the head of Europe says next week.
It’s an interesting thought.

I look up ‘walking pain’ today, because I woke up this morning with lower back pain and of course my shin is sore.
I usually get that when I walk too much the day before.
Apparently I should be cutting down on the walking if I am sore.
So I tried to get the bus to work this morning.
Didn’t work.
I have to walk for 30 minutes, get a bus for 5 minutes and then walk for another 10 minutes.
If I walk the whole way it’s another 10 minutes.
Getting the bus is just not feasible.

On the other hand from the flat I’ll be renting in February, I can walk 10 minutes to the local bus stop and get the bus, and walk for another 10 minutes, I can shave off 20 minutes from my journey, which I think is quite good.
But to be honest I will probably walk most of the way, it makes sense to do more walking and get back into shape.
I am determined to get back into a ballgown that I bought.