Thursday Morning Ramble

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LIFE

It is Thursday morning and I am waking up with my first mug of coffee for the day, milk with two-three sugars and I'm set to go. I have been way, way off the radar lately - so has A - but we're going good. Both of us are adjusting to new jobs while trying to keep the rest of the balls in the air - we're starting to make headway with that. But oh! The night before last I was sitting on the bus heading home and I look in the mirror of the bus and I see my reflection and I'm thinking.
"Where the hell did that muffin-top come from?"
Lads and lassies, this what happens when you neglect the gym and make bad food choices! Argh!
(And most of those bad food choices include eating more than my fair share of chocolate.)
My two favorite excuses I have for not going to the gym at the moment is:
1. I get home from work at 6:30pm after catching three buses.
2. I have no gym clothes - literally none- unless I borrow A's. (That man is happy to share towels (MY TOWEL) and chocolate but gets possessive about his clothes and shoes - he's a Shoe Snob - hates Kmart and Target faux Converse masquerading as the real thing!)
Anyway, all of that aside - everything is hunky-dory!

LOVE

Now that A. and I are both working during the week, we are really enjoying little outings together -  like going out to dinner and watching football matches. In Sydney two weeks ago, we saw Melbourne Storm rain all over the West Tigers! So I'm glad we won by some turn of fate and it was easier to stay awake at work the next day!

& THE EVERYDAY

Life is going good, good, jolly good - well okay, that is a slight exaggeration - there's been quite a few bumps in the road but we're dealing.
I have a 7:30am-4:00pm shift today and if I leave now, I'll be barely able to scrape a second coffee to get me through until lunch-time!

More soon!

Sarah x

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