Tuesday, 10 June 2014

Back To Reality

Oh for fuck's sake - I feel like my computer has just nicely made a metaphor of my life.  I wrote a beautifully crafted post about coming home and all my feelings, blah, blah, blah, and the computer ate it. It's like it never existed.

Which feels a bit like my ski season - it was here and amazing, and everything was blue skies with fluffy white clouds of happiness.  And now it's over.

Real life has reasserted itself rudely, and I'm back to the 9 to 5 grind like I never left.  

Except that this winter changed me irrevocably, because it showed me there is another way to do life. Where you have bugger all money, but you're happy.  In all honesty, I'm not sure that's an entirely practical way to live your life, but it certainly leaves you restlessly thinking that there must be MORE.

In the meantime, I'm back at the office, back in the city, back in the UK and the mountains are a million miles away.  Or a million years ago, I'm not sure which.  Back to the gym.  Back to Weightwatchers.  Back to trying not to drown in bullshit.

But some things stay with you, whether you want them to or not.  I take more risks and grab opportunities more than I used to (which goes some way to explaining how I spent the weekend before last camping in a field with 10 rugby lads in Somerset).  I place less value on money and expensive belongings and more on freedom and just being happy (which is evidenced by my continuing extensive declutter of my life .... at least the charity shops are benefitting ... although the retailers of Bristol maybe wondering what happened to one of their best customers).  And I made some amazing friends I won't forget.  Conveniently I think I shall be seeing some of them at the end of July for a summer adventure in the Alps.

And the Weightwatchers?  Well, after a winter of my weight being pretty stable (what can I say?  The outdoors life suited me!), the last few weeks of crappy, slushy snow and leaving parties took their toll, and then I came home and spent a couple of weeks determindely catching up on ALL the food I hadn't had for 6 months, and the final gain came to a stone put back on.  So I've rejoined Weightwatchers to stop the rot.  

It's been a slow couple of weeks, but at least the scales aren't climbing any further.  And the threat of holiday in 6 weeks is feeling like it might be the kick up the butt I need to get to work again.

Regular programming will now recommence.



Badger said...

Welcome back! :) xx

Badger said...

Welcome back! :) xx