Wednesday, 12 November 2014
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Ever since the clocks went back my motivation to get to a gym has been nil pois.
I used to be that nutter who attended morning classes at 8am and went in the evening 3 to 4 times a week. Now I can bearly force myself to pick a gym outfit out of my wardrobe.
What happened Angela??
On Saturday I went for my first run in weeks and it was hard. I'm not going to lie. I only ran (plus walked) 1.6 km. I could put myself down and say it was not good enough, however I did get the motivation to actually get out doors and run. That's a start right??
'Small steps on the road back to fitness'.
Last night I attended the gym after work and I felt good for doing so. I feels like it's been a long time since every muscle in my body hurt. I pushed myself so hard and I think my body is grateful for finally being taken care off.
My eating has been OK as I've been following the #28dayjumpstart plan but you also need carido and weight training to achieve weight loss.
It is strange how attending the gym or doing any exercise can make you feel good. It changes your mood and makes you feel happy. It can't be that bad after all right??
Friday, 7 November 2014
|Taken from Pinterest|
I don’t have issues with the people I work with, I’m quite close to them and we have a laugh. But things have changed over time. How the company I work for is run, contracts for example. I have gradually been feeling more like a sponge, where I am meant to take on more and more work...and for what?? I don’t get paid any more, there is no reward for it and I get no enjoyment out of it - so what is my incentive to keep going? I feel a job should not make you feel this way. We work to live, not live to work.
Back in the summer I heard the heartbreaking story of Brittany Maynard. Stunningly beautiful, 29, a newly wed - her whole life in front of her. However early this year she was told she was suffering from terminal brain cancer and would only live for approximately six months. I saw her six minute video on YouTube and was in tears by the end of it. Tragic does not express my opinion enough.
Sadly on November 1st Brittany passed away.
The world is a cruel place to take her away at such a young age. She was only exactly 11 months younger than myself and that struck a chord with me. From Brittany’s tragedy I feel like I have come to an understanding about life. I always say this expression to my friends but now I come to think about it – I don’t seem to listen to my own advice.
Life is far too short.
I feel the loss of Brittany is a wake up call for me, almost a nudge telling me to sort myself out. I have never met her but I feel inspired by her and her words (the above picture is a quote from her). We are only on this little blue planet for a short time and we must make every day count. You never know when the ride will finish.