Sweat / Threat
Drenched from Spin class. I obviously SUCK at "jumps" on the bike.. but I don't mind the sprints though - and the hill climbs are bearable. But those jumps are killer. Every hair on my head was wet from sweat, gross right?
I don't feel like I've lost any weight and its a little unmotivating (demotivating??)... but I do my "results" meeting on Monday morning, so I guess I'll find out then if/how much I've lost in cm and kg. Fingers crossed all this sweat is going to start showing some results. That'll keep me going.
So my brother dropped by night before last. Just into Melbourne on a whim... lucky Liv wasn't home and I could offer him the couch. Made it up and packed it all back - nobody will be none the wiser. I didn't even wash the sheets just out of spite - I'm MEAN muahuahuaaa... they're not mine. The WHOLE linen cupboard is full of her linen crap: a thousand shitty raggy towels, sheets and pillowcases. What the heck for??? I can't even fit my own spare linen in there because it's completely occupied with her stuff - so it's shoved in my wardrobe wrongly with my snowboard and winter gear. Again, in my shoebox of a room *grumble sigh*
Anyway, wait, so my brother came into town. He had rented a red convertible mini cooper! Pretty :) He's just been driving around country NSW and VIC for nearly a week... dunno what for, just to log stuff apparently. Take photos and videos and make an interactive map (cuz he's a nerd) for the internet. *shrugs* oh well.. anyway before i went to bed i told him I was pretty disappointed he didn't say goodbye when I left Sydney after Xmas because he had himself locked in his room. I said it only takes a moment to say g'bye etc.. and he had some excuse about being down or something to do with stuff that's going on with him - and i said, it doesn't bloody matter, he needs to SUCK IT UP and say bye to me because I never know when I'm going to see him again. What if something happened?? I could never forgive myself or him for not taking the time. He just brushed it off at the time as I was telling him how it made me feel.. but the next morning he did take a minute to thank me properly to my face for letting him stay on the couch. And that really seemed sincere, so hopefully he understands he's family and it should mean something when we see eachother now - particularly since we're older, we should be working on it harder.
I dunno.. he's different... hopefully he gets it, he's been the different one for years now... hmm... I dunno, maybe it's all about me and my perspectives are changing since I'm growing older too. And you know, talking to Dad (and Mum) alot more about the future and plans and stuff.. it means alot that they see me with 'potential' or something. Gives me the warm & fuzzies. It's a real shame my brother is missing the "key" to be a part of it all, worst of all i'm not even sure if he realises it either.
I don't feel like I've lost any weight and its a little unmotivating (demotivating??)... but I do my "results" meeting on Monday morning, so I guess I'll find out then if/how much I've lost in cm and kg. Fingers crossed all this sweat is going to start showing some results. That'll keep me going.
So my brother dropped by night before last. Just into Melbourne on a whim... lucky Liv wasn't home and I could offer him the couch. Made it up and packed it all back - nobody will be none the wiser. I didn't even wash the sheets just out of spite - I'm MEAN muahuahuaaa... they're not mine. The WHOLE linen cupboard is full of her linen crap: a thousand shitty raggy towels, sheets and pillowcases. What the heck for??? I can't even fit my own spare linen in there because it's completely occupied with her stuff - so it's shoved in my wardrobe wrongly with my snowboard and winter gear. Again, in my shoebox of a room *grumble sigh*
Anyway, wait, so my brother came into town. He had rented a red convertible mini cooper! Pretty :) He's just been driving around country NSW and VIC for nearly a week... dunno what for, just to log stuff apparently. Take photos and videos and make an interactive map (cuz he's a nerd) for the internet. *shrugs* oh well.. anyway before i went to bed i told him I was pretty disappointed he didn't say goodbye when I left Sydney after Xmas because he had himself locked in his room. I said it only takes a moment to say g'bye etc.. and he had some excuse about being down or something to do with stuff that's going on with him - and i said, it doesn't bloody matter, he needs to SUCK IT UP and say bye to me because I never know when I'm going to see him again. What if something happened?? I could never forgive myself or him for not taking the time. He just brushed it off at the time as I was telling him how it made me feel.. but the next morning he did take a minute to thank me properly to my face for letting him stay on the couch. And that really seemed sincere, so hopefully he understands he's family and it should mean something when we see eachother now - particularly since we're older, we should be working on it harder.
I dunno.. he's different... hopefully he gets it, he's been the different one for years now... hmm... I dunno, maybe it's all about me and my perspectives are changing since I'm growing older too. And you know, talking to Dad (and Mum) alot more about the future and plans and stuff.. it means alot that they see me with 'potential' or something. Gives me the warm & fuzzies. It's a real shame my brother is missing the "key" to be a part of it all, worst of all i'm not even sure if he realises it either.