TONIGHT IT'S JUST ME AND THE DOUGHNUT(S)...
I decided to go to the gym before my class at 9.30, woke up at 6 and realized how dark and rainy it was, thus concluded that definitely wouldn't happen. Cuddled with a few chapters on radical feminism due to lack of Man to cuddle with. Put my gym clothes on to class in order to FORCE myself to go to the gym after class. Had a sausage roll for breakfast. (New low point in MissFriFri's life...) Dragged my ass to the bus carrying my massive bright yellow backpack. Glamfactor: 0.
Got nauseous on the bus. Got stuck in traffic. Bus journey that's supposed to take 30 mins instead took 75. Had to walk the last bit and was 40 mins late for class. Had a successful meeting with my supervisor for my dissertation and an even more successful lunch with Sissel. (I had sausage and mash, variation is KEY.)
My gym- plan worked: I do find that the best way to get frustration out is to go crazy on the treadmill/ crosstrainer until you feel a bit dizzy. Which, if you're feeling about as fit as I felt today, should take about 3,5 minutes. During weight training I start planning a salad for dinner. Then I started having weird fantasies/ daydreams about cheese and avokado. And btw- what's the deal with UCL's gym having a little "women's section" with weights that's in a dark corner where there are no mirrors? I have a lot more muscle on my body that I wanna admire in the mirror than many of the little body builder wannabies. Thus I went over to the "Men's section" with my weights to take up space for them. Just to prove my point. Bitches. Men always think they're all that even when they're not.
Decided to go to Tesco for a little treat. Among other things I ended up buying four doughnuts and three different cheeses.
You probably see where this is going. Some days are just, you know, days when you need doughnuts and cheese.
Tonight it's just you and me, baby...
Got nauseous on the bus. Got stuck in traffic. Bus journey that's supposed to take 30 mins instead took 75. Had to walk the last bit and was 40 mins late for class. Had a successful meeting with my supervisor for my dissertation and an even more successful lunch with Sissel. (I had sausage and mash, variation is KEY.)
My gym- plan worked: I do find that the best way to get frustration out is to go crazy on the treadmill/ crosstrainer until you feel a bit dizzy. Which, if you're feeling about as fit as I felt today, should take about 3,5 minutes. During weight training I start planning a salad for dinner. Then I started having weird fantasies/ daydreams about cheese and avokado. And btw- what's the deal with UCL's gym having a little "women's section" with weights that's in a dark corner where there are no mirrors? I have a lot more muscle on my body that I wanna admire in the mirror than many of the little body builder wannabies. Thus I went over to the "Men's section" with my weights to take up space for them. Just to prove my point. Bitches. Men always think they're all that even when they're not.
Decided to go to Tesco for a little treat. Among other things I ended up buying four doughnuts and three different cheeses.
You probably see where this is going. Some days are just, you know, days when you need doughnuts and cheese.
Tonight it's just you and me, baby...
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