today at work i actually got on the computers and did slightly more interesting things. woo. mortages. yay. actually, if i'm honest with myself, i enjoy piddling about on computers, however dull the tasks really are, and all the better for being paid for it.
i've also noticed how much better i've become at doing things on my own. i'm not talking about alone-time at home, but i used to refuse to, say, go into town on my own. never shopped alone, ate alone - hated it. i've had to wean myself out of that and force myself to go it alone where needs be, but at last i'm starting to relax enough to actually enjoy it.
sitting in the sun eating some lunch, people watching. choosing clothes without being dragged around half a dozen awful shops that i didn't want to go in. facing the nerves and going to new places on my lonesome. it's really alright you know. well, oprah said you should call it going somewhere 'with yourself', but that's all a bit ... oprah.
on to shocking news, i went to put on some trousers this morning and they didn't damn well fit! what's up with that? i can't decide if they've shrunk or i've grown, but i hope my years of stuffing my face and not caring aren't finally catching up with me.
don't worry, i'm not about to start whining about being fat or anything, i don't even think i've really put on much/any weight but i think i should start on some exercise soon - i was doing step aerobics for ages, then tae bo through uni. if i think about it, i've never been so inactive. it'd feel good to start getting a bit more fit again.