Fuck Mondays!

 Ok so that title's a tad over-dramatic, granted, because I'm normally quite optimistic about Mondays, as much as that sentiment is forced with a teeth-baring grin more often than not. I just didn't enjoy this one.

Specifically, and I've said this before, it's not pleasant going to gym on Monday evenings. The place is just ridiculously overcrowded and irritating, it's packed to the brim with brats and wannabe snobs out to impress and get laid. Fuck off and be cool somewhere else you little shits and leave the rest of us to get our exercise without having to trip over your bloated ego's and suffocate in your ferremones!

Liez and I went in there after 8pm hoping it would be a little less busy, and sure it was probably less busy than at 6pm but still very much not pleasant. I was seriously keen to have a game of squash, been trying for days to catch a cancellation with no luck. All the courts fully booked until closing today. So I took the chance of getting a free court from a no-show, no such luck. That really fucked me off, which I realise is unreasonable of me, but I don't take disappointment well when I'm determined, especially since it's screwed with my weight loss plan in that I didn't get the cardio workout I needed which means the scale reading is going to depress me in the morning. Even more so the fact that I ended up spending 40 minutes pumping weights and circuit machines on my upper body (arms, chest, shoulders, lats, back and abs), so the newly forming muscle is going to push that scale reading up even more.

Yet the walrus around my waist clings on doggedly!

Apart from the gym I was just irritable today, had a dull day at work and spent far too many hours of the day in the car stuck in traffic. Took me fucken 50 minutes just to get the 4km out of Parklands again this morning. I still pulled finger at some guy just because he had a bigger car than me that I couldn't see past and I was sick of staring up his exhaust pipe for half an hour. I think he saw me, and of course I felt like a cock when I realised what a cock I was behaving like!


We dropped Tammy off at her granny Bev this evening where she will spend the next 2 days and nights while she's off with the chicken pox. It's a big help from Bev and much appreciated, but it just annoyed me even further because I don't like it when my Tammy's not around, I miss my little peanut too much, and of course I worry about her when I'm not directly in control of her safety and well-being. I know she's in good hands, I'm just saying how it is. This house is too quiet without her and noticeably empty, despite the mess that's evidence of her recent hurricane adventures!

Dinner tonight, for the record, was cooked and eaten early at 6.30, a recipe that was suggested by our Will-Powers sponsors, slightly modified to my liking. 2 chicken breasts sliced up and fried with an onion, large leek, 8 large mushrooms, a load of spinach, tablespoon of crushed garlic, origanum, pepper, honey and soya sauce, served on a bed of gem squash. I enjoyed it thoroughly, as did the missus, and the portion sizes were just enough.

I also fried up more chopped up chicken breast in garlic, lemon and chili sauce for tomorrow's lunch salad, and I baked a load of nice crunchy garlic croutons. Tomorrow's salad will be a shitload better than today's.

Well I feel better now after my rant, off to bed...