Archives for posts with tag: gym

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.

The squirrel outside the gym, pulling chips out the newspaper.

Had a really positive morning. Sent off a job application, had a conference call where I found out we’ll be paid for WOW and then I went to the gym. All before 10am.

Spent the afternoon sewing more vulvas.

Then I met another great feminist at Corinne’s leaving party. It was really fun to talk to her. Whilst texting Stuart about cheese. So much cheese. 

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.

The Greg Knight campaign jingle. What a muppet. Also – winfarms. 

Having a talk with myself whilst at the gym. And remembering that moment at Primavera where I felt on top of the world. Friends, music, tattoo. Everything felt perfect.

Han texting to tell me she’s so proud of me when she saw my Vagina Museum post.

Shared Indian lunch, courtesy of Sabina. So yummy. 

A super intense yoga class. I like doing the crab.

Sitting in the garden at night, smelling the watered flowers and the evening air. It smelt beautiful. I wish I could have breathed more of it in.

Watching the green and yellow fields whizz by on the train back to London.

Finally went into the gym. It wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be. Probably because Friday night is not when the biggest gym kids go there…

Taking time afterwards to just sit in the changing room, cooling down and answering messages slowly. No rushing for me today.


Hanging out with Jen. I have some good colleagues. 

Boxfit. Punched the fuck out of shit.

A valentine’s card from my favourite person.

Having someone to text. All evening.

Boxercise. Smashed it.

(Also, Leightor and his travel bracelet)

Playing ALMA – Dye My Hair on repeat.

Boxercise with Becky. It’s more fun when you have someone to giggle with.

A chat with Matt about books and podcasts.

ADDITION: a sleepover with Hannah, talking into the night like 10 year olds.

Fuck off Wheetabix. Today is a crumpets kinda morning. 

The Comedy Wildlife Photography Awards.

Boxercise. And making exercise friends. 

A relaxing, if slightly weird, yoga class. It’s fun to do shoulder stands and back bends.

A bath. With pink salts and flowers in. Because why not.

Ringing to cancel boxercise and discovering it was cancelled anyway. Yay! 

Boxercise. A genuine smile.

Sitting at my new desk. Writing a pretty good job application.

Lentils. Naan. Hearty. Delicious.

Boxercise. So good! Even the fucking hard bits.

Drinks with Corinne afterwards. Sad but nice. 

Coming home (drunk) to the perfectly cooked jacket potato thanks to Matt.


A good day at work. I like being back in my hub, the event went well and working with Andrea is always good.
Yoga. Finally going back and finally going to the new gym.
My new Muji pyjamas. So comfy. So minimal. So perfect.


I went to the gym. FINALLY.
A parcel from my aunt containing a book about women and the environment. That’s two of my favourite things.
A kiss.


My ‘Fuck You World’ cream tea breakfast.
Having everyone walk out of my way as I raged across Hungerford Bridge, admiring the disappearing building tops.
Going up a weight number at the gym.


Finally making it back to the gym.
My girlfriends sending me funny ‘topless’ selfies. They are so amazing. I don’t know what I’d do without them.
My fire marshal joke.


Veep insults
Walking around a completely empty part of London
Spontaneous gym.


Going to see Sam at work in the morning. He always reassures me.
Wanting to go to the gym. (And going)
Feeling productive after the gym and finishing my top.


When Taylor Swift came on at the gym.
Not talking until 6pm.
Being focused and the hours slipping away as I worked on my job application.


Dinner with Corinne.
A little bee present from her too!
Going to the gym. I was please that I was still myself in such an un-me situation. And for a lot of it I wasn’t the most awkward person there which was great!


The friendly lady in the gym

The snail on the pavement

A delivery of scones and heart shaped brownies at work