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A Spinal Final Straw

I had to go back to the osteopath this week.

You see, I'm the sort of moron that didn't do the stretches that they gave me back in February when I last saw them.

That makes me the sort of moron that couldn't move her neck or shoulders for most of the week until I rang them and virtually begged for an appointment.  Luckily they had one at lunch time that day and believe me it was the longest 4 hour wait I've ever had.

As usual with a trip to see them, I felt 90% better by the time I walked out of there because they really do amazing work.  It must be such a rewarding job, to have people come in who are in total agony and to know that 45 minutes later when they leave, they'll feel better.  Thee therapist I saw was amazing and pointed out when I asked for as many exercises as possible to stop this from happening again that "I can give you all the exercises in the world, if you don't do them they won't work."  Fair point.

Bearing that in mind, I had the rest of that day to rest and have now started myself on an exercise regime focussed on not wrecking my back when I'm older.  Wednesday I did some stretches from the Pilates Back Book and in the process realised how I'm completely, totally inflexible.  I'm not entirely sure how I manage to achieve anything physical on a day to day basis.  Then on Thursday I did a Pilates dvd I bought a few months ago.  This helped me remember that I also have no muscle tone anywhere on my body.

I had a day off from it yesterday and even today, if I sneeze the muscles in my stomach hurt.

How do people get into these healthy habits and not die trying?

Big Game

Leopards don't change their spots, as the saying goes.

Whats interesting about that is how, as a person who knows a leopard, I seem inexplicably unable to accept this.  I can't just let the leopard go on its leopard-y way, doing its leopard-y thing and not be upset by it.

I've been out with some Leopards in my time.  I seem to have this attraction to them.

I recently text a Leopard I know.  I Leopard who liked to travel.  He's returned home and I text him.

My fault.  Never text a Leopard.

I was curious to see how he was.  Pretty well by all accounts.  We talked on the phone, went out to eat.  It was like a date only not.

Because Leopards don't change their spots.

I hadn't really thought about returning to the pride of that particular Leopard, just thought it'd be nice to catch up.

And we did.  We caught up.  And in his charming Leopard-y way, through all the spots said that it had been good to see me and that he'd like to see me again.

That was when, the spots began as if by magic to almost glow with a light screaming "WE'RE THE SAME AS BEFORE". 

The "We'll go out this week" that doesn't happen.  The "I'll call you tomorrows" where tomorrow never comes.  A text suggesting, albeit indirectly, that he take me out again didn't garner a reply, although he'd replied to the one before it.

A little something that happened today which has annoyed me.  I'm not annoyed with him, I know what to expect from a leopard.  But I'm annoyed with myself for reacting.  For feeling disappointed that things haven't changed.  That maybe the third time was the charm.

It isn't though.  It never is with a Leopard.  Leopards always have other priorities.  Tree climbing, that sort of thing.

I perhaps ought to go for other cats...

Buy This!

After 3 months of careful deliberation, the fantastic Peach and her team of editors (Ariel, Desperate Sarah, Ms Robinson , and Vi) have selected the pieces they liked enough to be in a book about blogging, the proceeds from which will go to help Warchild do the good things they do!

I'm absolutely elated (after a shitty few weeks) to say that one of my pieces was selected to be in the book.  I'm about to say (type?) something not very grown up.

SQUEEE!!!!! 

I'm really excited and proud and all of that!

Please go on over to Peach's blog to have a look at the full list of contributors and for some more information on the book.

And if you only do one thing this month...buy a copy - its for a fantastic cause and you definitely won't be disappointed by the entries.  I've only skim-read the list of participants (because I'm still being happy and excited for me!) but some of the ones I noticed are utterly fabulous (Peach herself, Clarissa and OE are blogs I read regularly).

Well done to everyone who contributed (they had about 400 entries) and also a major huge enormous well done to Peach and the ladies who put it all together, you've done a geat job over the last 3 months and the hard graft is all worth it I'm sure!

Reason #1 why my friends are fabulous

SMS Conversation, approx 2:20pm:

Me:  Well, my mood just got better!  I just got wolf whistled at walking back from lunch.  I was close enough to look and see who did it but I decided not to, that way I can imagine he was hot.

My fabulous friend: He would have been hot babes, trust me.  You only deserve hot!  He's probably still pining for you now.

Overhauling

I say it all the time.

"I need to make changes in my life.  I need to do (insert unfulfilled task here)"

With everything that has happend recently, I made a start. Just with a few little things.

I went out both nights this weekend.  This is practically unheard of.  I tend to just vegetate in bed.

Today, I did a bit of reorganisation in my bedroom.  Still living with my folks means that most of my worldly possessions are in my bedroom, and its the box room.  The smallest one in the house.  I managed to through out all manner of crap that I was keeping for some unknown reason.  I rearranged my make up baskets too. 

I think the most significant thing I did was delete a whole bunch of people from Facebook.  People who called themselves my "friends".  People who I worked with that I haven't spoken to in over a year and who made no effort to contact me.  People who are spiteful and bitchy and gossipy that I plain and simply don't need in my life.

You know something?  It feels so fucking good to do that.  I highly recommend it if you have people in your list that aren't really your friends.  To just go "nope, don't need you in my stratosphere anymore bitches..buh-bye now" and just click the little x.  I would expect that one of them will notice, that they'll all gather together like a little coven and slag me off.  Can you guess how much I care?  I bet you can...

I'm not sure what other things I'll be aiming to change, but I figure if I try and make one small change each day I'll be moving forward.

Other than the Facebook deletions, makeup re-shuffle and throwing out of crap, you may notice that I've also changed my profile picture.

This one was taken just after dinner last night.  I was with a group of 9 people, one I know fairly well, one I know a bit (it was his birthday) and 7 strangers.  It was quite fun in a "I'm not really sure how we ended up here" way and my friend snapped that picture of me just towards the end of the night.

Thats all for today.  No deep and meaningful posts.  No in depth analysis of my life.  Just a new picture.

And the tip that deleting Facebook "friends" is the new therapy.