Keepin’ fit n’ bein’ employed

Aw yeah.

Having been in the corporate world for a month now I’m only just starting to get back on the exercise wagon. Eating pretty nastily more often than I usually do and completely neglecting my work out routine, I’ve packed on a couple pounds and, not only can I feel it… I can see it (you know it’s bad when you notice). It’s completely put a damper on my sex life, I’ve been feeling self-conscious and unnatractive and generally not so in the mood far too frequently and have decided I need to do something about it. So here’s what I’ve been doing,  as well as a couple of mistakes I’ve made along the way.

DEEP BREATH. Here we go.

Too time-consumed to stick to your daily work out plan?
Having a 10hr working day, plus a social life, plus a relationship can leave you (me, for sure and maybe you) a little (a lot) frazzled. Here are a few things I do when I can to keep my blood good n’ flowing during the work-week:

1. Squat Just before your morning or evening shower. You don’t wanna skip your squats. Think of dat azzzzz.

2. Take the stairs when you’re willing. If your floor is too high up (like mine is), a fun game to play is to see who hits the number closest to your floor and then walk the rest of the way. This is fun in theory, but please remember to be safe: Stairwells can be dodgy places at the best of times. Make sure your wits are about you. If you ever see someone strange hanging around get to the nearest exit and don’t do this again. Your life > your exercise regime.

3. Don’t forget to drink water. This pretty much speaks for itself, work might distract you to the point where you completely forget to stay hydrated. Set reminders on your phone or to-do list to help keep track of how much you are (or aren’t) drinking.

4. Keep a day to work out. I mean really work out. The kind of work out that makes you feel seriously kick ass. Mine is Saturday because it’s my day off, but the boyfriend usually works.

5. DON’T STOP EATING HEALTHILY. Seriously, you’ll be tempted to order in to the office, or head down to the local minimart to grab a quick munch. Where I live, there are noo healthy options in the supermarket and the healthiest order-in option is Nandos. You could sit at one of the restaurants in the building, but those tend to be pricey and may be tasty and healthy, keeping you slim, but they could end up keeping your purse thin, too. Try making enough time when you get back from work to make a tasty (& healthy) meal, make a little extra so you can take some to work with you the next day or, if you get sick of eating the same thing for dinner and then for breakfast again, take it in the day after (it won’t go off that quick, but I wouldn’t suggest this for something like mussels) and alternate your meals. You can also freeze certain meals and leave them out to defrost while you’re getting ready for work and until lunchtime- simply heat in the microwave (if you’re lucky enough to have one at work)

6. Partying on the weekend? Stick to low-cal drinks like vodka & cranberry juice and use this opportunity to dance and burn off some fat at the same time. Remember not to over-do it (the alcohol, I mean- dance all you want!) as hangovers aren’t fun, alcohol dehydrates you and is generally just not too healthy a habit to get into. Nevermind the regretful moments that slowly crawly back into memory as the next day goes on… I’m sure you’ve heard it all before, so I’ll stop there.

7. Get enough sleep. Enough (not too much) sleep has endless benefits from your body, to your mind, to your soul. It’s absolutely vital.

8. Get Jiggy. Oh yeah, you know what I’m sayin’. Don’t be lazy, ladies get up on top and make yourself sweat-get creative and try different positions that work difference muscle. There are endless rumors about how many calories a session burns (I’ve heard some people say 1,800 is the general number “If ya do it right”… sorry, but no. Just no. That’s just under what an average woman is “supposed” to eat to stay healthy in a day, if couples were burning that much every night, not only would we be a skinny nation, we’d be starving ourselves if we didn’t eat like effing machines.), regardless of what you’ve read, whether it’s 1,800 or 180; exercise is exercise, so bring it on.

My time is super limited these days, so I have to make do with what I got. Oddly enough, most of it is taken up by The boyfriend and not so much work.

I hope this helps someone. I know I struggled when I first started working. I’m still not thrilled, but I’m slowly getting into things.

Love,
Missy

‘Ello, ‘ello

So it’s been a while. I abandoned this blog for fear of repetition of bland anecdotes and boring words weaving in and out of mundane sentences.

I’ve recently realized that this, possibly, may not be the case and have decided to return on a trial period. I’m still with boyfriend, but no long unemployed (temporarily though, sadly), I’ve started smoking again, but quit only just yesterday – wish me luck.

I’m a lot more into Boyfriend than I was when this thing was actively updated. Had you asked me a month ago I would have said that I don’t think that we’d have lasted very long. If you’d have asked me a month ago I would have avoided the word “love” at almost any cost. I don’t avoid the word love anymore, but sometimes instead I might use the words “really”, “pisses”, “me” and “off”, in the same sentence. In that order. (There’s still love though).

However swimmingly things have been going, we have our tiffs every now and then; one of which took place this two or three nights ago when he poked and prodded me at four in the morning and placed my hand on his crotch. Yep, 4.00 am wake up to wood. I had to be at work in the morning and was already tired beforehand, and so declined- which sent him into a super self-pity-party (especially considering his right hand is broken from a “fall”, but that’s for another entry) and we drifted off to sleep pretty pissed at each other.

He then woke me up again at 6.00 am.

And again at 7.00 am.

My alarm was set for 8.00 am.

His intentions at 6 and 7 weren’t those of a sexual nature. No. He just can’t resist squeezing my cheeks, poking me, squeezing the life out of me with bear hugs and generally annoying the shit out of me while I tried to get some much needed z’s. He claims that I’m “just so cute” that he “can’t resist”. Right. I somewhat see where he’s coming from (I mean, I am pretty cute #cocky) because he does almost the same things to every cat he comes across and occasionally dogs too.

I’ve started getting violent and thrashing around half-asleep half-awake when he does this. Doesn’t help. Seriously considering drugging his food before bedtime.

I planned on being angry at him the entire day, but he made me breakfast in the morning, and I can’t help but reward good behavior over punishing the bad. He knows all too well I hate when he wakes me up. I’m just hoping he makes progress.

Aside from my sleepless nights, everything seems to be dandy.

My job is pretty cool, I’m a website coordinator at a publishing company, which sounded complicated and scary when I first secured the position, but I’m really enjoying myself and I think I’m doing fairly well. I love my co-workers. The atmosphere of a happy office where everyone gets along makes such a difference.

That’s about all. Hope I don’t leave the next update as long as I left this one.

Love,
Missy