Archives for posts with tag: gym


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. 

Advertisements


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.

NEW PUPPY IN THE OFFICE!

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)