: Action, and the control thereof
We went to Jamberoo Recreation Park last weekend. It was lots of fun - Sam, Fletch and I ran around like idiots with our wetsuits on, laughing at all of the little kids with blue lips. I still hate jumping off the Rock (about a 5m ish drop into water). I used to hate it when I was a kid, but when I went back this time I thought "It should be no problem - I'm a big brave adult now, so I'll waltz off this thing.". Bzzzzt. Wrong. I forced myself to walk off it twice, but unlike Fletch and Sam, I didn't enjoy it. While Fletch said it makes him feel weightless for a second, I felt like there was a horrible void sucking me downwards and panic filled me until I hit the water. Just like when I was little. Oh well, guess you don't get over some stuff.
Jamberoo is massive fun, although you spend 90% of your day walking up hills to spend 1% of your day sliding or falling down them (other 9% involved getting food, getting dry, getting changed and swearing that you will never, ever have kids). My legs were sore by the time we left.
Diet is going less well than before. I've lost 6.2 kg and 6.5 cm all up to last Wednesday. However, while I haven't done any full on cheating this week, I stole like 10-15 fries off Fletch and Sam while we were at Jamberoo (controlling the action makes you hungry and cold, and celery and lettuce seriously do not cut it), and had several spoonfuls of a huge trifle I made for a work farewell. It's not much over a whole week, but I have my weigh-in tomorrow, and I don't feel like it's going to be good news. I almost feel like I have put on a little weight, which is going to be pretty devestating considering how hard I have worked for this week outside of those 5 minutes.
Update: I lost 1.1 kg, so I was wrong. 7.3 kg lost so far.
Thesis is probably even worse news - I'm still struggling to spend the hour than I need to spend to just bloody finish this chapter so I can get over this old, crappy work I am writing up! But I told Mum she would get a copy tonight, and I intend to try to stick to that. Did some solid work on Saturday, but that was probably the only bit of the week I am proud of for thesis work.
I have two good friends from work who are leaving forever this week - it's really sad to be seeing them for the last time on Thursday. I think it's hitting home a little, because that will be me shortly. Actually, I will be less well extreme than those two - they are off to Iceland for an indefinite period, while I'm going to Melbourne (which my grandpa once rode a bike to - not SO far) for a year or two. But after that, I'll probably be off overseas somewhere. It'll be hard to be in their position, but it's also very exciting for them to be off on a big adventure.
This weekend I am heading off to Gerringong with two friends of mine from school. While that sounds like it should be a good time, I am a little apprehensive. One of them is the friend I spoke about below, who lost her Mum a few months ago. The point of this weekend is to give her an open forum to speak about her Mum as much as she wants, and she wants us to talk about her as well. I don't know what to say at all. Her Mum was a depressive, selfish cow, who made the people around her feel bad every day by interacting with them, and then ultimately worse by alienating them all and killing herself. I don't have many good memories of her. I want my friend to just forget her and get on with her life. I don't think I'll be bringing that up in conversation, though. I am also a little annoyed (already), as this was supposed to be an overnight trip, from Saturday lunchtime to Sunday lunchtime, but instead has been spun out into a 4 day epic, leaving on Thursday to give us "more time".
Anyway, has been a pretty decent kind of week, despite the fact that I feel like I'm force feeding myself vegetables. Hope the next one is more productive,
We went to Jamberoo Recreation Park last weekend. It was lots of fun - Sam, Fletch and I ran around like idiots with our wetsuits on, laughing at all of the little kids with blue lips. I still hate jumping off the Rock (about a 5m ish drop into water). I used to hate it when I was a kid, but when I went back this time I thought "It should be no problem - I'm a big brave adult now, so I'll waltz off this thing.". Bzzzzt. Wrong. I forced myself to walk off it twice, but unlike Fletch and Sam, I didn't enjoy it. While Fletch said it makes him feel weightless for a second, I felt like there was a horrible void sucking me downwards and panic filled me until I hit the water. Just like when I was little. Oh well, guess you don't get over some stuff.
Jamberoo is massive fun, although you spend 90% of your day walking up hills to spend 1% of your day sliding or falling down them (other 9% involved getting food, getting dry, getting changed and swearing that you will never, ever have kids). My legs were sore by the time we left.
Diet is going less well than before. I've lost 6.2 kg and 6.5 cm all up to last Wednesday. However, while I haven't done any full on cheating this week, I stole like 10-15 fries off Fletch and Sam while we were at Jamberoo (controlling the action makes you hungry and cold, and celery and lettuce seriously do not cut it), and had several spoonfuls of a huge trifle I made for a work farewell. It's not much over a whole week, but I have my weigh-in tomorrow, and I don't feel like it's going to be good news. I almost feel like I have put on a little weight, which is going to be pretty devestating considering how hard I have worked for this week outside of those 5 minutes.
Update: I lost 1.1 kg, so I was wrong. 7.3 kg lost so far.
Thesis is probably even worse news - I'm still struggling to spend the hour than I need to spend to just bloody finish this chapter so I can get over this old, crappy work I am writing up! But I told Mum she would get a copy tonight, and I intend to try to stick to that. Did some solid work on Saturday, but that was probably the only bit of the week I am proud of for thesis work.
I have two good friends from work who are leaving forever this week - it's really sad to be seeing them for the last time on Thursday. I think it's hitting home a little, because that will be me shortly. Actually, I will be less well extreme than those two - they are off to Iceland for an indefinite period, while I'm going to Melbourne (which my grandpa once rode a bike to - not SO far) for a year or two. But after that, I'll probably be off overseas somewhere. It'll be hard to be in their position, but it's also very exciting for them to be off on a big adventure.
This weekend I am heading off to Gerringong with two friends of mine from school. While that sounds like it should be a good time, I am a little apprehensive. One of them is the friend I spoke about below, who lost her Mum a few months ago. The point of this weekend is to give her an open forum to speak about her Mum as much as she wants, and she wants us to talk about her as well. I don't know what to say at all. Her Mum was a depressive, selfish cow, who made the people around her feel bad every day by interacting with them, and then ultimately worse by alienating them all and killing herself. I don't have many good memories of her. I want my friend to just forget her and get on with her life. I don't think I'll be bringing that up in conversation, though. I am also a little annoyed (already), as this was supposed to be an overnight trip, from Saturday lunchtime to Sunday lunchtime, but instead has been spun out into a 4 day epic, leaving on Thursday to give us "more time".
Anyway, has been a pretty decent kind of week, despite the fact that I feel like I'm force feeding myself vegetables. Hope the next one is more productive,
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