[Brane] Update
Wow. I really have fallen off the radar, haven’t I? Well, for a welcome change, I’ve been busy and not just sulking.
Warning - contains some discussion of bodies, specifically mine. Strong stomachs may be required.
Work - I’ve been a minion for a few weeks now. I’ve come back to a Brave New World of work allocation, which means I get a standardised workload. This means that some days, I’m finished my work before my lunch break, which can be frustrating. I fill my time in with e-learning, writing and looking for more jobs. I have applied for inclusion on a Mobility Register (which theoretically means I’m considered for positions elsewhere in my Department) - however I found out last week my application sat in a senior manager’s inbox for a month and has only just gone through to HR. Sigh. We shall see if anything comes of that.
Wellness - I think all this gym time is starting to pay off. I’m developing muscles in places I’ve never had them, which is weird but kinda nice. In an ideal week I do my strength routine twice a week. I’ve been interspersing them with pilates, which still reduces me to a twitching wreck (so it’s working, I suppose). I guess I feel better as a result? My moods are better overall, which should be motivation enough.
Still, I had a bit of a body image setback through the week, when one of my colleagues decided that the large lunch I ate was _amazing_ and merited being a running gag for the rest of the afternoon. Which was awesome, incidentally. I was nice (I didn’t give in to my urge to express myself), although I did skip my dinner and sulk and be generally painful to my wife. None of this did anything to help, of course.
It’s so difficult not to expect the world to treat me differently now that I’m trying so hard to be well. I try and keep my goals reasonable - in fact, my main goals are... are you ready for this?
That’s it. I try not to dream of being Thin And Beautiful(tm) - that’s not to say that I don’t sometimes, but I try to keep my real world goals more sensible.
Anyway, I came here to rant about more than my body. Lord knows you Constant Readers deserve more.
Play - Improv finishes next week. This class has been a good one, and I’m pretty sure I will pass. Not that one passes or fails Improv as such, but you can be recommended to progress in the syllabus. I’m not sure if I want to do that or not, but it’d still be nice to get the validation.
I need to find something Arty and weighty to do next year. My various choral associations are all well and good, and I do like helping out where I can, but I am in search of something substantial to keep me occupied. Do I have any idea of what I want? *shrug* Still, I’ll keep my options open and see what becomes available.
Warning - contains some discussion of bodies, specifically mine. Strong stomachs may be required.
Work - I’ve been a minion for a few weeks now. I’ve come back to a Brave New World of work allocation, which means I get a standardised workload. This means that some days, I’m finished my work before my lunch break, which can be frustrating. I fill my time in with e-learning, writing and looking for more jobs. I have applied for inclusion on a Mobility Register (which theoretically means I’m considered for positions elsewhere in my Department) - however I found out last week my application sat in a senior manager’s inbox for a month and has only just gone through to HR. Sigh. We shall see if anything comes of that.
Wellness - I think all this gym time is starting to pay off. I’m developing muscles in places I’ve never had them, which is weird but kinda nice. In an ideal week I do my strength routine twice a week. I’ve been interspersing them with pilates, which still reduces me to a twitching wreck (so it’s working, I suppose). I guess I feel better as a result? My moods are better overall, which should be motivation enough.
Still, I had a bit of a body image setback through the week, when one of my colleagues decided that the large lunch I ate was _amazing_ and merited being a running gag for the rest of the afternoon. Which was awesome, incidentally. I was nice (I didn’t give in to my urge to express myself), although I did skip my dinner and sulk and be generally painful to my wife. None of this did anything to help, of course.
It’s so difficult not to expect the world to treat me differently now that I’m trying so hard to be well. I try and keep my goals reasonable - in fact, my main goals are... are you ready for this?
- I want to get off my medication for hypertension and hyperglycaemia.
- I want to stabilise my moods, through better glucose regulation and endorphins and shit.
- I want to put more muscle on my frame, which will help all manner of my issues. Not to Hulk up, but to tweak my body composition in a positive way.
That’s it. I try not to dream of being Thin And Beautiful(tm) - that’s not to say that I don’t sometimes, but I try to keep my real world goals more sensible.
Anyway, I came here to rant about more than my body. Lord knows you Constant Readers deserve more.
Play - Improv finishes next week. This class has been a good one, and I’m pretty sure I will pass. Not that one passes or fails Improv as such, but you can be recommended to progress in the syllabus. I’m not sure if I want to do that or not, but it’d still be nice to get the validation.
I need to find something Arty and weighty to do next year. My various choral associations are all well and good, and I do like helping out where I can, but I am in search of something substantial to keep me occupied. Do I have any idea of what I want? *shrug* Still, I’ll keep my options open and see what becomes available.