Day 53- Tell me why I don’t like Mondays!!!

Okay everyone, sing along with me now, “Tell me why I don’t like Mondays, Tell me why! I don’t like Mondays,” Tell me why? Coz, I’m on the damn graveyard shift tonight. I hate it with a passion but I just have to suck it up and move on…you cant have everything your own way. Right?

Well today work was hectic like it usually is most Mondays. There came a point today where I was ready to grab my bag and just walk out. It was nothing that anybody did to me or said to me I just had enough of people whining and complaining around me. I work in a dental surgery so it’s not exactly a pleasant atmosphere. The majority of the patients are terrified (which is understandable) so there are heaps of bad vibes in our work place even though its such a great place to work in. Does that make sense? Or it could be the Ghost Maori who lives in our surgery. I kid you not; we have all heard footsteps, the front door opening and my desk phone being buzzed for no apparent reason. There’s some trippy shit going on.

I just wanted to be outside today. I wanted to sit somewhere, anywhere and just watch people and not have to talk to people. Am I being anti-social? No I dont think so I just think I needed some ME time today. I am moody bitch I know but Reney needs her “down time” sometimes. I’m a strange creature.

On a positive note, I went shopping yesterday and I bought myself some weights. I got some wrist and ankle weights, some hand weights (2.5kilos) and a gym ball, a resistance tube, toning balls (The Reject Shop for only $4) and some isoballs. I won’t be able to use them tonight but I will on Tuesday and I actually can’t wait. I am looking forward to wearing a pair of pants to work and leaving my ankle weights on for the majority of the day. That’s got be good.

My garage (well half of it) is looking like a gym. All I need is a buff muscle man to start doing his weights in there will all his moans and groans. OOhhhhlalalala Hahahahhahahaa.

I got a reply from Mr Wonderful Surgeon who has given me the go ahead to start a vegetarian “lifestyle” and I am sort of really stoked. He stressed that I was not to turn vegan. Over and over again. (I get it Doc!!!)

I was also scheduled to go and see him tomorrow for a follow up visit but I realised I just cant make it. My boss Andrew needs me to work on Tuesday, as there is a BUNCH of stuff I have to do for a dental meeting on Tuesday night. I was too embarrassed to ask for the day off as I knew Andrew was relying on me to do all this stuff. I know, I know, you are all going to send me nasty emails saying that I need to focus on me and put my needs first and part of me agrees to that but I can’t let my boss down not this week.

I was again really hungry today and craving weird stuff. I actually wanted to eat a tomato whilst licking a battery. Its frikkin weird and no people I am not pregnant I just crave weird stuff when it’s the time of the month.

I’m sure you readers read about the amazing Andy Spalding in yesterday’s blog entry. What a cool dude and what an inspiration. Everybody please stand up and give the man a round of applause (Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Woohoo, Woohoo, Clap, Clap) I cant believe his transformation and I have spent the majority of the day talking about him to my work colleagues and making them read the article. Awe inspiring dude!! If you read this “You ought to be congratulated”

I emailed Andy and asked him about his boot camp and explained that I wanted my arse kicked. Sadly his boot camp is situated in Frankston at 6.00am I would love to do it but I wouldn’t get to work on time, which is such a shame. I am seriously thinking about taking up his offer on personal training.

Today Sue (my work colleague) and I discussed doing some weight training in my garage and I’m actually looking forward to it. I will know on Thursday what equipment she has ( hand weight wise) and we are going to do our own program. It’s nice to have a friend by your side to help encourage you. I just can’t run with company I need total concentration on my strides, my breathing, and my pace. It’s bizarre. If any readers can suggest a program for us we would be very appreciative.

My boss made a very interesting comment today he said “I thought you have the lap band so you don’t have to exercise, what’s the point in having the surgery if all of a sudden you have this desire to work out” I need to pick his brains about this comment as he kind of thinks like a lot of other people I know, and I want to know why he thinks what he thinks.

I can’t explain why I have this desire to move. All I know is that I crave the bitumen like a junkie craves their next hit. I know that if I want to drop 60 odd kilos food alone wont do it I need to move and shake my arse.

Reney