New Things that p**s you off thread.

Quote: Claire, Jun 2020

Oh dear Barry hope you feel better soon, make sure to get checked out if you don’t improve.

Already seemingly on the mend. Got sick a few times shortly after that post and laid down for a while. Realised I was feeling mostly okay. Even my back feels better which is weird.

Think I was maybe just dehydrated or hadn't been eating enough. Been dieting again, and yesterday a work emergency saw me skipping lunch and driving round in a hot car for about 3 hours. So I'd say it was just a combination of things.

Ta for the well wishes

Quote: Vel, Jun 2020

Quote: Dinglebutt, Jun 2020

Quote: Vel, Jun 2020

Glad you are feeling better now, Baz.

Cheers, Alice! All better now.

Need to take a few leaves out of your book and get my couch-2-5k started again. Need to find my motivation before the weather turns to absolute cack and I lose another year.

Much congrats on crushing yours, was following your progress on the tweeter. Smashed it, Alice!

Thanks!

Just get on it. Do it tomorrow. It's worth it.

Will have to incorporate some core exercises into my routine too I think. Got to Week 4 of C25k last year but started getting a pain in my lower abdomen when running. Bit of googling said it could be weak core muscles (which definitely woudn't surprise me) and could lead to a hernia. But yeah, this weekend, gonna get out there.

Boris died.

Boris was amazing.

I hate life.

This year is sh*t.
Last year was also sh*t.
I'm so very bored of sh*t.

So. I dragged. Myself. Out of the above pit and felt somewhat OK, today was doing pretty well, I woke early and couldn't sleep. So I got the snake cleaned out. Had a shower. Gathered some Bits to go collect a shed the lass I walk a dog for was wanting rid of, we went up there.

Shed was taken down in about half an hour, 40 minutes.
Had a chat, started loading it onto the car. Make one trip home, all good.
Go to get the second lot and the neighbour, who has recently bought and extended the house comes out, p*ssed off his tits and has a go at. My pal who was helping me for parking on the grass verge, apparently blocking the cycle track, which simply wasn't the case but he was going on, taking pictures, calling us stupid women, blondie and bloody foreigners, then tried picking a fight with my pals partner, calling him racist when he hadn't even so much as opened his bloody mouth.

If he wants to have a go about parking he needs to watch what he's doing himself and go f*ck himself with a barbed wire dildo because the last 6 months have been f*cking HELL trying to park outside her house with his various vehicles and the workmen's vehicles which are there all day every day, and we are there for two hours today and he loses his f*cking mind.

I like to be off the road to load the dog. I like to back into her drive. I simply refuse to load the dog on the road.
Would it make my life easier to just give in and park on the road?
Yes.
But am I gonna do that when i don't feel its safe to do so?
F*ck no.

Anyway my. Nerves are shot through again and I feel like a bit of a tw*t. Not that it's my fault, and I know that, but still.
I feel like I've brought an argument to my friends house/garden. And I really hope he didn't turn up. Again after we left because he's an utter c*nt and I'm Scared for my pal so my. Brain has turned to a swirling soup of guilt, anxiety and meh and I've thoroughly inconvenienced everyone

This morning, i went to Tesco. When i was walking across the pavement, i saw an old woman that i've seen a few times before. i stopped for a couple of minutes so that she could get past. And i didn't look at her. i looked away from her. Since the virus; if i'm letting people walk past, i usually look away. Perhaps the virus has made me more shy. i don't know.

i have never spoken to her before and she has never spoken to me before. Today she spoke to me. She said You should wait on someone's drive. You shouldn't turn away from me. And then she said, again, You should wait on someone's drive.

i don't like it when people moan at me and i don't like it when people tell me what to do.

Also, i wouldn't like to wait on someone's drive because i'd feel that i was being invasive.

After spending a year on a diet, then putting back on a bit of weight, then mostly losing it again, my metabolism is completely f*cked. At this stage I put on weight if I eat more than maybe 1400cals. But eating less than that is leaving me a bit lightheaded at times.

The trouble is, I'm so used to what I eat now that I can't think of what I can eat without purposefully eating bad food. I like what I eat now, and they're still decent portions and I'm rarely hungry, but even then I'm just about hitting 1300cals a day.

I need to do more exercise to boost my metabolism and I'm ready for that, but I run the risk of burning even more calories without taking more in, and probably making myself more lightheaded and fatigued. But I need to lose weight/tone up because even though I'm getting a lot of compliments on how much weight I lost and how thin I am now, under the clothes is still a flabby mess.

Why can't bodies just be good? Why does food have to be complicated? What was that noise outside?

If I find out the answers to any of those questions I'll be a f*cking millionaire.

Decided to start putting a bit of peanut butter in my morning smoothies. Sure, I've a slight nut intolerance, but it's just a little peanut butter...

Now I have a cold, which can apparantly be brought on by food intolerances. And it's my niece's communion on Saturday so we're supposed to be going out for a meal, and anyone with cold or flu symptoms are asked not to attend.

Fuuuuuuuccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk...........

Ereyesterday, i heard paul * talking to himself. He said Curry-eating P*kis. ** And then he said Black c**ts. Today, i heard paul talking to himself. And he said Black c**ts again.

* One of my neighbours.

** Some of my neighbours are Asian.

Yesterday, paul played Blue Christmas. And then he played When a Child Is Born again.

Mary * has died.

* My next door neighbour.

Menthol in lube.

What kind of f*cking monster came up with that?
And why the f*ck would you ever put that on someone without mentioning that it was a funky one?
ffs
Trying to kill me.
Like a gad dang FIRE

In February, i was in Sainsbury's. i was looking at the notice and i saw a poster for a choir. It said what day and time they met. And it said something like Join our choir and have fun. * And be part of our family.

i started coming to the choir every week. And a few weeks ago, the patronising w*nk*r that runs the choir, asked me to have an assessment the following week. And to be there half an hour early.

The following week, i went there half an hour early. i sang 2 songs for him. He said that he was sorry. *** But there wasn't a place for me in the choir anymore. He said that i had a nice voice and perhaps i could join another choir. ****

He pointed out that there were a couple of times when i made mistakes by singing parts of the song how the sopranos would sing it. i'm an alto. He said that other people sometimes make that mistake and it's not unique. But that he was worried that if i made that mistake, other people might end up copying me.

i had a folder that i would take to that choir. The folder contained song lyrics. He made me give them back. ***** And the patronising w*nk*r, thanked me for my time in that choir.

i don't have anything against any of the other people from that choir. Apart from him. i think that he is sh**. And all he cares about, is winning choir competitions.

Also; the last time i spoke to my aunt, she asked me how old i was. Again.

* So much for that.

** Ditto.

*** Because he wanted to make himself feel better.

****i hate backhanded compliments.

***** They were just photocopies.