Food Stuff

While I am (in general) being pretty good food-wise at the moment, I do still have some thoughts about certain things.

  1. Following on from a gym session, walking the dog, and generally freezing one’s arse off, the restorative powers of chip butties (or, in this case, chip ‘wrap’s in tortillas) are greatly under-rated. And not excessively fatty.
  2. No matter how appetising their muffins and cookies look, there’s just something that stops me from buying Otis Spunkmeyer foods. Don’t know what *cough* other than a slightly childish sense of humour, but I just can’t do it.
  3. Cheese must have addictive qualities. I’ve cut down on my intake of it since moving, and it’s the only thing I crave.
  4. Hotel Chocolat‘s Chocolate enrobed fruit (particularly the Mangos and Oranges) are truly evil and lovely.

Papal Health

Is it just me that’s ever so slightly cynical regarding the true health status of the Pope? (well, I know Herself is saying the same kind of thing, so I know it’s not just me) All the information is coming through the Vatican, the hospital he’s staying in is keeping very quiet, and it all sounds very dodgy indeed.

I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s not a nasty “relapse” over the weekend, or early next week once the potential new Pontiffs have all been notified, and made their way to Rome from wherever they currently are.

But maybe I’m just a cynic…


Gym thoughts

Last night was the first visit proper to the gym, following on from the induction session last week. And my general conclusion is : “Holy shit, I’m out of shape”. 45 minutes of work-out (including a bit of warm-up and cool-down) including 10 minutes on the rowing machine, 10 minutes exercise bike, and 10 minutes on the cross-trainer.

I’m OK on the exercise bike – six miles in ten minutes is OK. The cross-trainer, well, it’ll increase those “steps per day” for sure, and it’s agreed that I’m comfortable for a walking speed of about 120 paces per minute. The rowing machine I currently feel was probably designed by someone with a degree in medieval torture implements. I still feel utterly unco-ordinated on the bloody thing, and really don’t get how it’s supposed to work. Still, practice makes perfect, I figure.


Feeling Putrid

Today’s currently not all that good a day. I ended up getting in to work slightly late, mainly due to feeling like shite, but it was my day for the early shift (only by an hour, so it’s no great trauma – and I do get to leave at 4.30 instead of 5.30) so I came in thinking “get this bit out the way, then aim to head home so I can collapse and die for a bit”. Bad, bad, bad idea.

Out of the team of six, three others are already off sick today. So I can’t really head home, short of literally collapsing and dying. Arse.

Ah well, I’m sure I’ll get through it – I’ve managed far, far worse, after all.


Co-proxamol

Interesting to see today that the painkiller co-proxamol is to be scrapped. Apparently it’s been linked with up to 400 deaths per year and a study found it was the second biggest method of drug-related suicide in the UK, accounting for almost one in five deaths.

I’ve used co-proxamol before, and I can see why it’s easy to overdose on, either intentionally or accidentally. It’s a seriously heavy gun in the world of painkillers, and while it’s sad to see something so effective be withdrawn from the market, I can understand the reasons why it’s necessary to do so.


Optical

Having signed up with the gym and so on earlier in the week, today was also the day for the sight check-up, as I’ve been hugely slack and not had them tested (Have your eyes ever been checked before? No, they’ve always been brown) in nearly four years.

I’m pleased to say that the prescription has hardly changed. Of course, I’m still what’s technically known as “Blind as a Badger” without them, but with them my sight is OK, and hasn’t changed. So that’s saved me somewhere around £300 straight off this month. Yay!


Gymtastic 2

Actually, the gym was nowhere near as bad as I thought. A blood pressure of 128/88, lung something of 530. Just need to lose weight (No? Really?) and keep going regularly.

Cross-trainers are still some form of medieval torture device, but I think I can get used to them. Exercise bikes are no worries, and the rest? Well, I’m just going to take it all as it comes. But it should all be OK.