Okay, okay. I admit it: I took last week off.
But I got started again this morning and it went alright. I didn’t do so well on the free forms today which just proves that last week’s great result was mainly due to me taking the meds (a.k.a. doping myself). That’s more or less good to know.
Now, don’t get me wrong: I’m fully aware that I am sick. I’m not in denial. It’s kind of hard to be in denial after 25 years, trust me. But I have gotten better these past two years with the new diet and clean eating plan and I am determined to do this without meds. Unless I get a full-on asthma attack, I am not taking anything.
And all things considered, I did very well today.
W6R2: 7367 steps | 50:29 min | 145.9 steps/min
This was me this morning on the scales :D 79.7kg/175lbs!!! I am so excited!
I rewarded myself with a huge banana-strawberry-orange-rucola smoothie for breakfast and then did a quick trip downtown. I needed a new sports bra anyway, and also found price reduced a beautiful violet top with a grey hood. It’s so pretteeeeeeh.
I really love having that 7 as the first number on the scales again. Last time that happened were the couple weeks immediately after I came back from the Camino, last time before that the first year of University. So chuffed! Also switched up to week 8 of podrunner, 28min running, and it’s not killing me :D
There’s a triathlon in my town tomorrow and I’ll go have a look, cheer on some strangers and just inhale the atmosphere for a bit - in a few years time I’ll be doing a triathlon! That’s my ultimate goal. Good luck to TriTeam Ichiban in Berlin this weekend. You better keep fit, Jenson, one day I’ll compete against you :P
Today my dad’ll cook salmon, yum! On Tuesday my class is doing a 20km bike ride, also looking forward to that! One more week of school and then 3 weeks vacation, can’t wait!
You are truly awesome, my friend :D
Congratulations on reaching your goal! And on running for 28 minutes and not dying!
Now I shall go and do a celebratory dance for you.
this changes everything oh my god
do you understand why it trips me out that people can drive 45 minutes and be in aNOTHER COUNTRY?
I drive for 45 minutes and im like
a city over
I live in “Italy” and took a day trip to go to “Austria” and “Germany”
Chums, that’s sweet, and all, but Australia just ate Texas for breakfast.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you aren’t a city over, you’re just 45 minutes away from the city.
If you drive for 45 minutes in Australia you may not even leave the cattle station.
It used to take me an hour and a half of travel time to visit my sister in the same state.
And Australias is an island, so no matter how far you drive, you’ll literally NEVER leave Australia.
Madonna is 55 and her boyfriend is 22
Jennifer Lopez is 43 and her boyfriend is 26
Mariah Carey is 44 and her husband is 32
If you’re not dating anyone, don’t worry about it, maybe he wasn’t born yet.
My mother is 7 years older than my Dad. If I go by that, my future husband has just become legal this year. No wonder I haven’t found him, yet.
Last night, as I was riding home on the tram, something really cool happened:
Opposite me, a few rows down, sat a rather large guy: broad shoulders, wide stance. He was sitting on the outer seat of a two-seater with a good portion of him blocking the way for people to pass. Shortly before one stop, a guy of similar size squeezed by rather unceremoniously, pushing is way through.
The guy that sat kind of passive-aggressively exploded: “Idiot could have fucking said something.” The ‘idiot’ turned around and as I was mentally preparing myself for a huge fight, said: “I’m sorry. I’m always too big for these small gangways. I didn’t mean to inconvenience you.”
It was pretty obvious that had the guy sat by the window, there would have been enough space. But still, ‘idiot’ apologized and came up with an explanation that made neither the person at fault.
Want to guess what the response was? “I’m sorry. I’m having a bad day. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you, that wasn’t fair.”
No fight, no arguing. Both left the tram with a small smile on their faces.