Has this been the longest winter or what? It has felt like an ice age and listen, I've experienced a Canadian winter which would, you would think make anything over minus 2 degrees feel like The Bahamas. The relentless grey skies and dampness grinds like a whinging kid until all you want to do is open your own wrists. So when the sun made an appearance today I downed tools at work and pissed off out of the office for the most efficient of walks. And what a difference a break makes.
Pressure at work continues to weigh down on me but in the words of Lena Horne, it's not the weight that will kill you - it's the way you carry it. Personally, I've decided to carry one box at a time. Result: feeling less like a robot and more like someone who will one day be able to call the shots a bit more. I'm almost enjoying it.
Situation at home has improved too. Nothing short of a miracle there.
Actually in this respect I do believe I've experience a true rebirth interally - externally I've undergone a bit of a reshaping too. Thanks to my recent brush with death by poop - I've actually (finally) lost close to 5 lbs of the most stubborn back fat, muffin top and I feel great. I believe I don't look too shabby either. All I need to do now is get the shears out and trim up and I'm literally ready for my close up. What fun!
And to this point - I'm less than 7 weeks away from the grand unveil - beach time inThe Canaries. I'm off on a yoga holiday in the sun. All I have to do is continue to eat like a bird and all will be well. Judging from the recent increase in appetite this restraint looks to be slipping away. I may have had beetroot for dinner but I am duty bound to admit to a double chocolate muffin today that I didn't exactly nibble at during my little stroll in the sun. In fact anyone watching would think I'd recently been released from a Japanese prisoner of war camp.
Ah, well - Rome wasn't build in a day.
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