The Angry Dieter

A word that brings with it, thoughts of time outs, long summer days lying languidly on the couch, a tall cold drink in one hand, and the TV remote in the other. Lazily flicking through channels on a Sunday evening searching desperately for something which will engage the mind enough for you to put off thoughts of the approaching working week ahead.

 

It doesn’t always work that way, but I look forward to the week because I don’t have any coaching to do. Instead I get to type up reports, prepare assessments for assessing so that my minions, for the lack of a better word, actually get paid what they are worth, which still isn’t enough, but at least it is something. It’s all that has dominated my thinking at work, I made a committment to myself, that I would have a team full of fully cross trained competant staff, and that they will be the best staff in the call centre. What the hell was I thinking? I have the feeling I have bitten off more than I can chew.

 

Thus, it is my own fault that I haven’t blogged frequently. I come home after walking, exercise, because I am trying to lose weight, I talk to MM because he lives so far away and I miss him desperately. I am too tired to spare thoughts for blogs, for cleaning, and really although I made a committment to put myself first, I haven’t done that alot. That is changing.

 

For the last 5 weeks, I have been attempting to put myself first, and for the last 3 weeks, trying to commit to exercising. As a result, I have lost 7 kilos. I feel much better about myself, apparently my posture is improving, and I am looking less round at the back and straighter. Excellent. So rather than continue the exercise, this weekend I chose to socialise with friends, and enjoy them.

 

I caught up with P&T we had dinner at sizzler, gossiped about our respective workplaces. They work for a rival Telco so it’s always interesting to hear how they are going, and really, it’s not that different to where I work. We watched a chickflick with Nicholas Cage, Ghostrider. I call it a chick flick, because any man, with a body like Ole Nick’s is in a movie where he can show off the perfect abs, nicely toned without looking like a disgusting mass of muscles, it’s guaranteed to get the loins of any woman, and perhaps of a few men, tense with anticipation.

 

Then this afternoon, I had coffee at Farrell’s in Vic Park with JJ, who is suffering from Glandular fever again. She looked tired from her girls night out down in bunno and after she lent me a book by Stephen Fry, I sat and read by myself sipping coffee for 2 hours. When the wait staff came out and started placing tealights on the tables, i figured it was time to finish up the book and come home.

 

I feel like life is rushing towards me right now, and I don’t know how to stop it. So the time out this afternoon was my way of putting the brakes on. Once I put the book down, paid the bill and drove home, confronted by the mess that is my flat, I accepted that once more life is speeding away, and I need to hop on for the ride.

February 25th, 2007 | Category: Odd moments | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL