my own private hidey-hole

Last night I ventured to the gym again.

and I totally OWNED the treadmill! no panic attack me, and even able to actually reach the level I was meant to be exercising at.

*round of applause*

and macca came on the music telly!

*grin*

i can't cope with the cross trainer though. even if i exercise REALLY SLOWLY at the lowest effort setting my heart rate goes mental. AM I ABOUT TO DIE OF A ♥ATTACK?!

(I hope not)

Made it home in time for most of CSI:Miami (meh) and all of CSI:NY, which I am still not really warming to. Ho hum.

Also managed to cut The Fringe. It needs work.

Attempting to change addresses and that all around the internet / phones. Tedious.

Too much work. Bah!

last night i decided to be adult and not be sulky and go and look at the local gym. having been shown around by the lovely charmaine, a good ol' natter, i decided i think i should join it. it may not be the fanciest, but as she said, it is a 'community gym' and 'not for posers' and had a very good feel about it. The swimming pool is heouge too, and I think I actually *should* start with the dreaded legs/bums/tums and yoga and step classes before I get too ambitious. I couldn't actually tell you the last time I exercised. It may have been more than 10 years ago. I don't want to kill myself!

*****

On the way back from the gym I went to Sainsburys for some essentials (you know, like pickled beetroot and smoked salmon taramasalata - in my sarnies today, fact fans!) and decided to get the bus back vaguely home.

Obviously I went to the wrong stop, but I got on a wonderful magickal bus! As it drove along, it just picked up people standing on corners. I had thought that perhaps I missed the bus stop, or that it was just missing, but as we went on I realised that to get the bus you just had to hail it from a street corner! Marvellous. This excited me muchly. I shall get the W11 whenever possible.

I rang the bell to get off, and it just stopped at the nearest corner. The simple things *Grins*.

*****

My belt is not doing it's job and holding up my trousers, which are not doing their job either and staying around my waist. On a positive note, this probably means I have miraculously lost some weight accidentally. On a less positive note, I almost fell down the metal stairs carrying a few printer cartridges. If it wasn't for my inate poise and grace I think I would be in casualty by now.