Archives for posts with tag: exercise

Watching the fountains in the sun before 9am.

Kathy Burke. Again.

Quiet, dark yoga, making my sides stretch in a really lovely way.

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My bra adventures in M&S. Accidentally giving one nipple a paper cut, squeezing a spot on the other, sitting with my boobs hanging out and then trying to give my unwanted bras to a male customer, NOT an employee.

The man who farted at me as he looked over his shoulder.

Going back to Tina’s yoga class. So happy she’s changed it up a bit.

Swimming. In a fairly quiet pool.

The woman who lent me 20p for the locker and wouldn’t accept my 50p. And was really surprised when, after the swim, I gave her the 20p I’d found in the bottom of my bag.

Walking back through Clissold Park, with the sun breaking free every now and then, lighting up the clouds and making the trees glow. Meditating in the field, listening to the Soweto Gospel Choir.

Meeting John Thorne and he told me lots of helpful things.

Getting an answer right (totally by accident) on University Challenge.

Headache yoga with Adriane.

Naked yoga

Time on my own

Soph liked my music. No one ever likes my playlists.


Opening my blind to find a fox in the garden.

My flowers are growing.

Deciding to go swimming. And deciding to be happy at the same time.

Buying a beautiful swishy skirt. 

One on one with Matt. And watching Planet Earth together. Cute polar bear cubs and baboons that don’t like the water.

(Today started off as quite a bad day. So I’m enjoying that the second half had lots more smiles in it. So there are more than 3)

Yoga in dungarees.

Reading in dungarees.

Having someone to do the little texts with again.

Sitting in the park at lunch, reading in the sun with a breast feeding woman next to me.

Feeling like I’m pushing for something at work. It was a long old day but it was good.

Walking back from the pool after work, through the park in the evening sunlight. I’m glad I went.

Some ridiculous dating profiles out there today

No Country For Young Women as I walked in the sun

The end of yoga. So relaxed. Never wanted to move.

Swimming.

Walking through the park on the way back home. Everything is green and it wasn’t cold.

Looking at my vulva and taking sexy photos of myself. I never do that but it felt good and confidence boosting.

Bright white blossom.

Extreme Air. A trampolining exercise class. Super fun, even though I quite literally pissed myself.

Remembering Han’s ‘you dropped something’ from Sunday.

My chest cracking doing the wheel in yoga

My outfit. The mustard trousers, peak of white shirt, black jumper and denim jacket.

Emailing Stuart.

A green tea KitKat with a cup of green tea.

Swimming. It’s been too long.

I did all the things on my to do list. Even the things I didn’t want to do. I love a Monday off work.

Did the crow in yoga for the longest I’ve ever done it (still not long but still)

I was on TV. Talking about being raped. And my friends were just the loveliest about it all.

Just walking around, in the sun, at lunchtime feeling badass in my denim jacket.

Listening to and then singing along to Nat’s Christmas song. I’m worried I’m a bit obsessed.

Getting the pub space for free for my Period Party!

Just being happy. Happy I went to yoga. Happy about Nat. Happy about my medication stuff. Happy to be mouthing along to old RnB.

A meeting about active travel that got me all buzzy and excited about what we can do.

Boxfit.

Big Mouth.

Yoga

The sound off my feet on pavement and the autumn leaves

The sunset

Bright autumn trees

Sharing kitkats with colleagues

Yoga. In the dark.

Going swimming. Especially after I almost didn’t.

Taping up the mouse holes in the bathroom. It was quite therapeutic to just focus on tape and holes.

Getting 50% off some great, personalised vulva artwork. Can’t wait!

Relaxing in the sun at lunchtime. It was a lovely temperature today. You could sunbathe a bit without being too hot.

Sitting next to Keith. Such a positive and lovely guy. He really made today nice.

Swimming. Swim swim swimming.

A night of 60% cuddle sleeping. I didn’t really sleep much but it was so lovely. And I keep thinking about it today.

Walking the quiet way to work after my opticians appointment. Beautiful trees.

Free breakfast to celebrate our walking win. Warm pastries!

Yoga. For the first time in ages and I’m so glad I actually made myself go to start strengthening my shoulder.

A veggie sausage, egg and cheese toasted sandwich for dinner. It was perfect.

Today has been a good day so forget the three things, have five instead.

I went to the gym for the first time in forever. I went an hour before it opened by accident so it was completely empty.

A couple of the photos at the Sony World Photography Exhibition.

A night out in Brixton with the London Eggs.

Got some stationary sorted today. By which I mean I nicked a few things from the stationery cupboard. I love a sharp pencil.

Lots of moving around today. I felt like I walked up and down the stairs a lot.

Cosy chats with tea and chocolate and Jo after work.

Haircut. Short and sharp again. Plus it smells amazing.

I spent almost an hour in the gym. And it totally didn’t even feel like it. A good start to the morning.

I felt like I achieved quite a lot today. Which is a nice feeling. And one I haven’t felt in a while.


Going to the gym and walking home in the sunny winter day.

Talking to Stuart. He’s very sweet. And he sent me a brilliant feminist poem about vaginas. Which reminded me of one of my favourite quotes – Our foremothers were farmers, warriors, builders and weavers. They had wrinkles and pubic hair and opinions.

Japanese dinner with Will. A really lovely evening. He’s still very much got a place in my heart.


Made it to the gym! 

The softest jumper ever. EVER.

Gutentag Berlin! And gutentag cool hotel with a DJ and vagina carpet! Drinking beer on the street and eating chips is also much appreciated.


Went to the gym and did more than I’ve been doing. Followed by the sauna. Felt pretty smug about that.

Finally finished my application and then managed to smash out another one. Very smug about that.

A bit of crafting in the evening. Vagina Christmas cards and homemade envelopes.

A card from my parents. The artwork is so similar to mine from uni.

My lovely doctor. I really liked him.

I went to the gym. Operation positive is on.


My sunflower has finally flowered. And my housemate sent a photo of it congratulating me, which cheered me up after I felt annoyed at him for being messy this morning.

Gym. Rowing. Cycling. Just doing it.

Bake Off on the big TV, not my iPad. Followed by a chat with Lauren. I forget how much 10 minutes of socialising can make you feel.


Doing weights at the gym. Turns out all the intimidating men don’t go to the gym on a Saturday lunchtime. Also sweated out all the beer from last night.

Enjoying the sun. In the garden. In the park. In the sky.

This cool face on the toilet door.