It's true. I spend way too much of my time and energy living suspended between the past, present and dream land. And for the life of me, I can't figure out why. I can't figure out why I can't stay focused ALL the time. Why is it such a constant struggle? It's not Rocket Science. Or Brain Surgery. Maybe my brain is constipated.
Oh boy what a week. What a week... let me give you all some advice. REAL advice ok! Everyone listening? Ok here goes:
Firstly, do not EVER, under any circumstances, go off on a tangent with a prospective employer, especially if you suspect that said employer enjoys your conversation.
Secondly, do NOT indulge said prospective employer in your whims and fancies.
And finally, when said prospective employer asks you what your hobbies and interests are, DO NOT EVER get caught in a dreamy reverie while you proceed to tell her that you love men with a dreamy sigh and an uninhibited determined glint in your eye, as she collapses in a fit of giggles which snaps you back to reality and you’re sure the only reason she likes you is because you’re a professional stalker. OK?!? Get it? Got it? Good!
Anyways, I’m glad to say that the exercise drought is over. Instead of starting on Monday like I always do, I decided to start on Sunday. And boy it wasn’t easy, getting back into a routine is never easy. Then there was a minor setback on Tuesday – I couldn’t get to it because I had other things to attend to – but then got right back on that bandwagon again on Wednesday night. The trick here is consistency, regardless of what happens.
And like I predicted, the first few days were torture and I died a few times. Now my body aches like I’d been run over with a truck for a few days. But so far so good. There are only 3 things really grating my cheese at the moment:
Firstly, speaking of cheese... training regularly means that I’m hungry ALL.THE.FREAKING.TIME! But there’s no point in exercising religiously if I’m going to stuff my face every 2 minutes innit. I need my newly acquired Kardashian bum (aptly named Kimmy) to eff off and never come back again.
Secondly, for some reason I seem to be suffering from fatigue that I just can’t get rid of. I’m so tired that most days it feels like I haven’t slept the night before. And when I’m tired, I say stupid things to prospective employers. Now while I’m not bound to my bed I do get some shut eye at a reasonable hour – 11pm – and I’m up just before 5am. Six hours of sleep has been enough for me before. But these past few days, it's like I'm sleep walking - day dreaming my life away. I’m obviously lacking some essential vitamins here. Maybe I need to find another nurse to illegally administer another vial of Vitamin B12.
And thirdly: The Chocolate. Oh the freaking chocolate. Seriously, it’s like crack. I can’t seem to get rid of the habit. And every day it’s the same story: hmm... what shall I have today... Aero? Nope too many holes, not enough chocolate. Flake? Nah, it's like eating chocolate flavoured air... too many folds, not enough chocolate. Tex? More holes hidden in between layers of wafer biscuit. Seriously Nestlé, what is up with all the holes?!?
Ferrero? Had a whole box last week. Lindor? The buttery filling makes me nauseous. Côte d'Or? Nah. Hershey’s? Way overpriced. How I wish they sold Godiva here... or Butlers... or Galler. I miss Galler and the dreamy praline wonderment that came with it.
How about I just brush my teeth and go to bed... yeah good idea. G'night.