Day Thirty Seven: Aches, Pains and Determination

Normally on my work days I make a rough draft of my blog and spend hours gazing out the window thinking of witty one liners, set ups or what images to make these pages more visually enticing - this is practical because then when I rock home at about 10pm in need of snacks, a shower and ten minutes to myself before I'm supposed to go to bed, I don't need to spend an inordinate amount of time trying to remember what I did that day. All I really do is edit some poorly constructed sentences and make sure I wrote an accurate prediction of that evenings activities.

But this evening I get home and.... the auto save function didn't work earlier today. I have to write this from scratch, it's 12.15am, I'm trying to eat a burger, drink a coke and for some reason I just don't like Win7 Paint. 

Oh come on. I'm blatantly insane at this point

Aside from being grumpy about autosaves failure to restore my almost finished blog from before, I made this image. 

My point is I feel a lot better about yesterday now that I pulled the reigns in, and as hard as I drive myself, it's okay because I'm the one reaping the benefits. Maybe I should take it easy on myself, but then I have to wait longer for the results because I'll slack off, I'm inherently lazy. So, I'm both the insane slave driver and the guy pulling three tonnes of limestone around. 

Moving on.

Fitness: What did I do today? Nothing that I can recall other than balancing on one leg a bit at the train station. I had hoped to get some skating in this evening but then just enough moisture fell from the sky to make that a silly thing to do when I actually like my bearings. 

Aikido: No training today.

Derby: No skating today. Damn leaky clouds. Seriously. Then I totally screwed the pooch on going to open skate but had great fun times instead. I have to let socialising trump over activities or I'll forget how to be friends with people who don't skate. Ya'll who don't skate are just fabulous, and the rink will still be there tomorrow.

Diet: Weetbix, banana, biscuits and tea for breakfast, mammoth sandwich for lunch, more biscuits and tea, multitude of bar chips and a couple of beers, then a chicken burger from Wisconsin and a can of coke when I got home, (yawn) which I'm trying to finish before going to sleeps. So close. Just three more big bites. 

Sleep: It's now 12.50am (it doesn't really take that long to write the blog but I am a girl, so easily distracted by shiny things, random thought processes that need googling, or generally faffing around on Facebook) so I'll post this and start the sleep process at 1am. I have a list of a few tasks for tomorrow to keep me on track, which will help me get out of bed at a reasonable hour having things I need to get stuck in to. 

It occurs to me this re-write has little to no connection back to the title any longer (as it was the only thing auto-saved), but I think we'll all just cope with that for now.