Fun in the sun

I believe I have previously mentioned that work is awful right now. The job I basically created and earned was kind of nicked, projects I had undertaken my boss didn’t tell her boss about, so I got no credit for the work, and seriously shit communication damaged my reputation at the point where the decision about who should do the role I wanted was being made.

Essentially, I got screwed. Sadly, nobody quite worked out how or why till it had happened and I resigned.

That said, I now have a better paying job lined up at a better school and its definitely all for the best, so it itsnt all gloom, but the next 6 weeks until I finish my current contract look tricky.

I feel so fucked over, bored and excluded that I’m really not.enjoying my days, so I’m working on small ways of improving my days.

Today, for example, I took advantage of the plus 20 degrees and blazing sunshine to bugger off to the park and sunbathe in my underwear for an hour, reading a book. I just organised an emergency “shit day” pack with a towel, scream, book and shorts to keep under my desk. Sorted.

I can use spare time to write more, get out of the building, who knows. Suggestions are welcome.

My diet, why hast though forsaken me?

Because I’m in a new relationship and its impossible to say “no, please: don’t make me delicious French cuisine with potatoes, cream, bacon and cheese. Id rather have a salad and some unsweetened beans. You carry on though”.

Fortunately, despite my over-indulgence during the Easter break, I’ve maintained my weight and can now attempt to carry on losing gradually and perhaps be comfortably in the 60′s of kilos by my birthday at the end of June.

In general I’ve adapted so that I am good at work during the day and less strict at night so that dinner won’t be a pain in the arse for the boy as well.

My current goals as they stand are to be 69kg by June 23rd, to run once per week, train twice and teach the boxing class twice. Hopefully this will see me a happier, fitter, healther 28 year old!

Again hopefully, the fact that work is a massive pile of shit right now and a daily source of unhappiness should mean that thinking about my health can be my biggest priority. I’m going to do what is necessary for the kids and otherwise forget the place between 4pm and 8am the next day.

Plan? Plan.