Physical ... and eventually musical!!
SO....whether you're interested or not, I thought I'd give you a bit of a brief update on how i'm travelling with my new year's resolutions...oh who am I kidding, this'll be far from brief.
I didn't explicitly state this in my resolutions last week, but to achieve my 14 resolutions for the year 2014, I need to ensure I have enough sleep.
I struggle with sleeping at the best of times because my mind is constantly like the below clip. If it doesn't work for you immediately - click here
You see, when the mouse unintentionally disembarks from the wheel, that represents when the little cogs...or mice (if keeping to the theme) in my mind go, "ahhh bugger it, we can't think about musicals, limericks or song medleys anymore!" But unfortunately, by the time the mice stop running, it's about two to three hours into my standard - "must need eight hours to function" window.
It's been pretty hot lately...to state the obvious - but it's not even the heat that's obstructing my sleep... It's something else.
Each night I go to bed thinking...maybe it's not so hot...no fan required. That is until I hear scuttling.
Everyone knows the saying: "the only things certain in life are death and taxes".
You know what should be added to this little adage that makes people reply "oh yes, oh yes, how true"? Well it should be changed to: The only things certain in life are paying taxes, death and inhabiting a house once or twice in your life that has cockroaches. Don't think I live in a tip and there are cockroaches coming out of the walls, cutlery draw, crockery cupboards or nest on my toothbrush in the evenings - like some horror movie - however, I reckon there is a family that has made itself quite comfortable.
Now...my fan is a hand-me-down from a former work colleague (I must have looked a bit dishevelled in my usual work get-up so she donated a fan to me for which I am eternally grateful).
This fan worked pretty well for a bit until one day...it didn't. It now sounds like a helicopter...and ensures I have dreams where I perform similar duties to Owen Wilson's character in Behind Enemy Lines (GOOD movie...). But you know what? The noise created from the motor because it's gradually getting closer to death's door muffles any sounds of scuttling cockroaches deviantly plotting a plan to climb on top of my bed and eat my face.
Oh look at that. I think I may have just scared myself and won't sleep at all tonight. Well played self, well played. .... So if you're listening, real estate agents?...Perhaps a pest spray wouldn't go astray (and a rhyme for that matter).
Well, despite not sleeping particularly well, I'm still managing to drag myself out of bed to get some of that exercise done in order to get down to a fighting fit 60kgs (i'm sure the 50 cool mints I ate in a low-to-medium level stressful situation today won't help matters).
Last week I had a craving to do something lots of people do - wear lycra and go for a leisurely bike ride and then meet and drink coffee with other like minded lycra wearers. I don't know what they discuss really...uh...the obvious one is "what grinds their gears"...(no can't think of any other puns...although about six years ago when I was a journo I wrote a story and said a policeman "enjoyed a peddle" referring to his love of the ol' two-wheel commute. I probably should have written "pedal". The letters to the editor went crazy the next day with people wondering why the local police were enjoying a good peddle twice a day, on the weekend, and in lycra on a Sunday....oops).
Back to the story....yes, I had a craving to go out and do some exercise on a Saturday morning and because I did not possess a two-wheeled steed, or a four-legged one for that matter, it had to be walking. Fortunately, a blogging friend of mine, this one - Sally - agreed to accompany me. And off we went strolling about New Farm Park on a splendid morning, the same day the weather guy promised it would reach about 42 degrees.
As luck would have it, I ran into my little brother. He told me I wasn't welcome there because it was "his side of the tracks" or "his turf" or "where his crib was at, yo".
So naturally, a West Side Story type Sharks vs Jets dance fight ensued.
Good exercise and cultural, what more could you need.....a t-shirt?
***
On another note...I've succeeded in putting an email thing at the top of this page so you can get my blog delivered straight to your inbox! I mean...seriously...you might want to do that...perhaps.
I didn't explicitly state this in my resolutions last week, but to achieve my 14 resolutions for the year 2014, I need to ensure I have enough sleep.
I struggle with sleeping at the best of times because my mind is constantly like the below clip. If it doesn't work for you immediately - click here
You see, when the mouse unintentionally disembarks from the wheel, that represents when the little cogs...or mice (if keeping to the theme) in my mind go, "ahhh bugger it, we can't think about musicals, limericks or song medleys anymore!" But unfortunately, by the time the mice stop running, it's about two to three hours into my standard - "must need eight hours to function" window.
It's been pretty hot lately...to state the obvious - but it's not even the heat that's obstructing my sleep... It's something else.
Each night I go to bed thinking...maybe it's not so hot...no fan required. That is until I hear scuttling.
Everyone knows the saying: "the only things certain in life are death and taxes".
You know what should be added to this little adage that makes people reply "oh yes, oh yes, how true"? Well it should be changed to: The only things certain in life are paying taxes, death and inhabiting a house once or twice in your life that has cockroaches. Don't think I live in a tip and there are cockroaches coming out of the walls, cutlery draw, crockery cupboards or nest on my toothbrush in the evenings - like some horror movie - however, I reckon there is a family that has made itself quite comfortable.
Now...my fan is a hand-me-down from a former work colleague (I must have looked a bit dishevelled in my usual work get-up so she donated a fan to me for which I am eternally grateful).
This fan worked pretty well for a bit until one day...it didn't. It now sounds like a helicopter...and ensures I have dreams where I perform similar duties to Owen Wilson's character in Behind Enemy Lines (GOOD movie...). But you know what? The noise created from the motor because it's gradually getting closer to death's door muffles any sounds of scuttling cockroaches deviantly plotting a plan to climb on top of my bed and eat my face.
Oh look at that. I think I may have just scared myself and won't sleep at all tonight. Well played self, well played. .... So if you're listening, real estate agents?...Perhaps a pest spray wouldn't go astray (and a rhyme for that matter).
Well, despite not sleeping particularly well, I'm still managing to drag myself out of bed to get some of that exercise done in order to get down to a fighting fit 60kgs (i'm sure the 50 cool mints I ate in a low-to-medium level stressful situation today won't help matters).
Last week I had a craving to do something lots of people do - wear lycra and go for a leisurely bike ride and then meet and drink coffee with other like minded lycra wearers. I don't know what they discuss really...uh...the obvious one is "what grinds their gears"...(no can't think of any other puns...although about six years ago when I was a journo I wrote a story and said a policeman "enjoyed a peddle" referring to his love of the ol' two-wheel commute. I probably should have written "pedal". The letters to the editor went crazy the next day with people wondering why the local police were enjoying a good peddle twice a day, on the weekend, and in lycra on a Sunday....oops).
Back to the story....yes, I had a craving to go out and do some exercise on a Saturday morning and because I did not possess a two-wheeled steed, or a four-legged one for that matter, it had to be walking. Fortunately, a blogging friend of mine, this one - Sally - agreed to accompany me. And off we went strolling about New Farm Park on a splendid morning, the same day the weather guy promised it would reach about 42 degrees.
As luck would have it, I ran into my little brother. He told me I wasn't welcome there because it was "his side of the tracks" or "his turf" or "where his crib was at, yo".
So naturally, a West Side Story type Sharks vs Jets dance fight ensued.
Good exercise and cultural, what more could you need.....a t-shirt?
***
On another note...I've succeeded in putting an email thing at the top of this page so you can get my blog delivered straight to your inbox! I mean...seriously...you might want to do that...perhaps.
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