Tuesday 21 April 2009

I Can't Do It!

I just can't do, I just can't do it. I kid myself the motivation is there, I kid myself that I can do it, but guys, it really is tough. I need a Sergeant Major type to kick me into shape when nagging sister isn't around to do it. How do these people I see out jogging, looking fit and smiley as they do their daily run, keep on day after day, after day after day!

The whole of last week and the week before, I did nothing, absolutely nothing! Ok so one of those weeks I was feeling under the weather, and I was puking up, (I did actually lose three pounds that week, yee ha!) but it all went on again!

So that was the last two weeks, this week, nagging sister called me bright and early this morning, to remind me that she is coming round to drag my lardass carcass of the sofa, away from the now smiling stubborn one and pound the pavements again.

I really wasn't in the mood, I put on my joggers, and my trainers, and still I was desperately tyring to think of any reason not to do this. Why doesn't the stubborn one cry for his nanny's cuddles, I'm sure there is nothing like a nanny's cuddles to settle crying babies. But no, he was sleeping soundly with his mother, tucked up in a nice warm bed, ohhhhh, such bliss. Is there room for one more?

Just as I was dreaming of climbing into my bed nagging sister was at the door. I opened it, and I'm sure I saw her shudder from the look I gave her, but only fleetingly, then the smile, the teeth, the perfect hair, you all know the scene by now 'Come on then, out, lets go'

Even before I got to the end of my path I was wishing for it to all be over, nagging sister telling me all the latest gossip, but I already needed to concentrate on my breathing, if you get that right the whole thing should be a breeze......... more like a wheeze in my case. Crossing over the road now, 'oh why, why am I doing this, nanny's are suppose to be cuddly and bubbly, surely', us nanny's have earned that right now, haven't we? Its a beautiful day, the sun is shining, it should be a pleasure to be out in the glorious sunshine 'Just concentrate on the breathing old girl, and grunt in acknowledgement every so often to nagging sister, just so that she knows you still alive' And that is how it was, the whole way to turnaround lamppost and back again. The only pleasure I gleaned from this mornings run was nagging sister screaming hysterically at the flying insects which appear this time of year. Do you not agree with me that people screaming and waving their arms in thin air look particularly pathetic, oh hum, yes, at least I have that tiny bit of smile fodder.

Oh you want to know the time that was on my stupid stopwatch.......really............but it really is pathetic today............ok well it was 17:54.46

Wednesday 1 April 2009

What a good time this was!

Hello blog spotters, here I am again blogging, and I'm very pleased to say, jogging again. I am hoping that the lazyitus has now left me for good, and that the motivation I have been looking for is nearby. This week I hope will turn out better that last week.

I only did one form of exercise last week, and that was jogging with nagging sister. I was supposed to be joining mates ogling the t.v. with Rosemery Conly, but I have a pretty pathetic, lame, but true, reason why I didn't manage to go last Thursday, and that reason is that I had my dinner cooking and timed by the wrong clock! For some reason the clock on my cooker was wrong so it was running about 3/4 of an hour behind, so my timings for dinner were totally wrong, by the time I sat down for dinner it was was nearly finish time for Rosemery Conley! And that is the truth, honest. This week however I intend to keep my appointment with Rosemery and the gang, I have set a reminder on my mobile phone!.

Tuesday was a lovely day, the sun was shining and the sky was blue, the jog up to turn around lamppost and back again was pretty uneventful, in fact there was not even any resting at turn around lamppost! That's right, your read it correctly! In fact when I looked at my stopwatch after the jog the time was 11:30 mins. Oh yes, now you are all impressed!!!! Well don't be, because that was nagging sisters time to the lamppost and back again, without me! I had forgotten to tell nagging sister that I was in fact working that day, and she duly came to drag me out for our jog, but alas I had a little squishy person to look after, not the little stubborn one, oh no, they were still sleeping upstairs! So that day was a total wash out, 'I will go tomorrow, I promise' I said to nagging sister, as she looked at me in disgust (I won't tell you what she called me)

But today is another day, and with nagging sisters cruel name calling still in my mind, I did indeed drag on my old faithful joggers and trainers, and grab that stopwatch that goes too fast when its timing me, and jog off, by myself to turn around lamppost. Today is a lovely bright morning, the sun shining and birds........well doing what birds do at this time of year....... so early in the morning too. I know that I set off a a much faster pace than when nagging sister is with me, but her time to turn around lamppost was still showing on the stopwatch when I picked it up. I want to beat that time! I know! not a chance in Hades! But at least I may get home quicker. I must say, as nagging sister said yesterday, its harder to jog by yourself, I don't know why, I am missing her constant chattering, and the perfect madeup face smiling at her own jokes (or me for looking so pathetic) and the encouragement to just get to the lamppost and home again. Oh, for goodness sake, I must tell nagging sister not to read this weeks blog, I know she will have a big head about all this now!

So no more praising nagging sister, she knows she does well, darn it, she knows that its her that sets my pace, gets me off my backside, jogging, getting fitter, nagging, let me tell you about this mornings jog. Well..... pretty uneventful really, but when I am by myself jogging, I must stop talking to myself....out loud! No saying to myself 'Come on old girl, just the next lamppost then you can walk' because that's what I did, and (as I'm telling nagging sister not to read this weeks blog) I even had to walk on the way to turn around lamppost!

But I did the jog, all by myself, and I felt quite proud too, I did it, lazyitus, good bye, healthy lungs, toned legs pert buttocks (well miracles may happen) here I come.

Just in case you have read this far, and wondering what the time said on my stop watch, well it was 16:01.36. exactly 5 mins longer than nagging sister! Hmpf