Of mortality

Sometimes things happen that make you realise how delicate life can be. How precious and short life is. How much you take advantage of those you love and care for, and how quickly things can change. 

You always think that being healthy and taking care of yourself leads to a long and happy life. And sure, for a lot of people it does. But there are still people that are perfectly well, who live a happy healthy life, and yet one day, a lump of blood goes where it isn't supposed to and they just aren't here any more. 

It doesn't matter who they are, how little you know them, even if you've never met them before, such a sudden demise still touches you, it still affects you and the way you see life. 

Valentines Day Sucks

When I was single, I didn't much care for valentines day. 

Now I'm in a relationship, I still don't care much for valentines day. 

My social networks are full of people being all couply and PDA-ish, and it's sickening. There is heart shaped chocolate and stuffed toys holding hearts everywhere you turn. Flowers are suddenly right in front as you walk into the supermarket, so much so that you have to practically wade through them just to get that one bottle of milk you nipped in for. 

No, I'm not bitter because I haven't been showered with chocolate and cuddly toys and flowers, and posted pics of it all with me kissing my boyfriend on Facebook, twitter, Instagram and everywhere else. To be totally honest, I would be a little bit disappointed in him if he did do any of that stereotypical lovey dovey stuff. Especially the cuddly toys. It's enough to make you vomit. 

Wouldn't complain at the discount stuff the day after though. Flowers and chocolate. Not roses though. That's too cliche.

I wasn't feeling like this earlier. Things just keep building up until they get to a breaking point and you wish that everyone would stop shoving this Hallmark holiday down your throat. It should be like any other saints day, a small deal made by relevant shops so that you know it's coming, but not enough so that you can't go anywhere without having to pick heart shaped confetti out of your hair. 

This turned into more of a rant than I intended. 

Tl:dr version - people should stop being so revoltingly loved up just because a marketing campaign told you to. 

Febuready

My interview went well today. 

Fasting also went well.

My water consumption did not. I can't even remember if I had one bottle or two. 

I was in bed all ready to wrote a post, when I decided to have one of my pre falling asleep naps. I've told you about these before, you still have stuff to do before you can actually go to sleep, like turning the light off or taking off make up, but you think to yourself "I'll just close my eyes for a little while". Then you either wake up after a couple of minutes, or at 4am with the electric blanket still on full blast. The latter is the least preferable. 

Aw damn, I've just missed posting today actually today. 

Fabruary

Day one. 

I did the Blogilates calendar. Maybe not to the fullest intensity that I could have done, but still, I did it. There are just some moves that I can't do. Burpees and mountain climbers especially. Even more so when my hip hurts. But anyway, sucess there. 

I went for a walk. 70 mins, in two 35 min sections, with a load of browsing in between. I went shopping at the new big next, and an outfit for tomorrow's interview cost me £130. So I best get it now. But anyway, walk = sucess. 

I did day one of the flat ab challenge and the bum lift challenge this evening, took me all of 2 mins, although I get that it's going to increase day by day. Huge sucess. 

I kept to my diet. Sort of. Went a little over on my calories, and my days total nutrition breakdown was very carb heavy and only half the protein percentage, but still, I ate with consideration, so that's good. Another semi sucess. 

I drank two bottles of water. Two out of the four intended. I'm not good at drinking. Must try harder. Failure. Sad face. 

So yeah, day one, all in all, seems to have gone quite well. Just need to concentrate more on my protein intake and water consumption. 

Tomorrow might be tricky to do so, as I have such a busy day planned, but fingers crossed. It's also fasting day, and eating the right proportions is always easier on fasting days, but water might be my main issue. We'll see. 

Oh yes, and I'm in bed before 12, with my light going off as soon as this post is published. Sucess. 

I can't help but think sucess is spelt wrong now, I've typed it too many times. 

February

Its February already. How did that happen? 

At the risk of sounding like a broken record, this month is where I'm going to go hard, push myself and achieve what I set out to do. I eased myself into it in January, and didn't really give it enough effort, but from now on, I have 28 days to make a change. 

I kind of started already, with one aspect of the plan anyway. 10 days ago, I woke up and noticed I had split the seams of my pjs. It was the push I needed, so I dove straight back into intermittent fasting on Mondays and Thursdays, a calorie limit of 1100 every other day, and a goal of a high protein, low carb and generally clean diet. This I'm going to continue, plus amping up my morning exercise routine, timed perfectly with the start of the Blogilates FABruary calendar so I won't have to cherry pick my workouts anymore. I think I'm also going to attempt the 30 day bum and ab challenge in the evenings. I'm going to take weekly photos so hopefully I'll start seeing a change soon. 

Throw on to that a plan to drink more water (one of my Brita bottlefuls every quarter of the clock, so just shy of 2.5 litres in a day), and to get to sleep earlier and wake up earlier (she says, writing this at 1.30 am, good start there already) and I think that pretty much sums up my February.

Oh yeah, and to get back into the bridal side of things to get some dresses sold and do the prep and shoot for my 'last' short, also get another job, and you know, become an auntie, but my sister has all the work to do there. I might even try to blog more while I'm at it. 

February is going to be a busy one.