Good morning everybody and welcome to the weekend!
Isn’t it great that it is finally here, time to relax and reflect over on your past weeks endeavours, time to kick back, time to indulge in your favourite past time, time to visit friends, go shopping or simply sit on your bum and do nothing!
I for one will be doing some of all of the above plus undertaking a couple of walks with the dog as I had to neglect him for the past two days due to my being in my lessons…. 🙂
I have even started this weekend with a lay in, the first I have had for quite a few months and because of that todays little post is a little late on parade although I hope still just as enjoyable!
So over this past week I have managed to hit a couple of poignant subjects pretty well spot on (well, I say spot on judging by the feedback I received, although I may be wrong….)
I have discussed how being happier can be directly linked to your own self esteem and confidence something that obese and overweight people struggle with, mainly due to issues relating to their size.
I have also raised the the point that I was blown away by the kindness and the desire of perfect strangers to help when someone is in need; and do you know the most amazing thing about the last one, the girl who paid for my milk was on a bus I that I caught (yes folks, I even used a bus, something I have not done for years due to being too self conscious) on my way to yesterday’s creative writing class. I was able to thank her again as we disembarked and went about our days endeavours.
Now yesterday’s activities is without doubt the reason I was so tired last night and slept so long. I do not even recall being disturbed at any point through the evening, something which is most unusual given that where I live is on a route that people take when walking home from their night out (a problem with living so close to the town centre I suppose) and we all know that voices can get rather loud when mixed with alcohol 😉
Yesterday was a great day and a wonderful adventure to go on as I said at the end of my last post. I am so very pleased with myself that I did not let my anxiety get the better of me even though it was beginning to. It also had every right to do so because I was going to start a course on my own, surrounded by strangers, all of whom had the desire to write just as I do, all of whom are equally creative as I and all of whom (in my mind) were probably much more accomplished than I.
So I duly arrived early (I know, will the wonders never cease!) and booked in to the course. I followed the signs through the rabbit warren of the University building, past libraries administered by the most famous Bodleian Library, up stairwells that would not have been out of place in a Harry Potter story and eventually to a very bland and ordinary room that was already full of bustle and hustle as the lecturer prepared and the other students settled themselves in. As I entered I was asked by Julie the lecturer (Julie Hearn – author of young adults books such as Follow Me Down, The Merrybegot and Ivy) if I were Trevor or Cameron. At this point I immediately thought that Julie had some kind of supernatural power and had honed the art naming people just by look until I realised that it was a 50/50 shot on her behalf because there was only one other man on the course and he had not yet turned up!! After a quick joke on Julie’s obvious powers of deduction, I took myself right to the front of the class and placed myself at the mercy of my tutor. This itself was a very strange thing for me to do because I would ordinarily sit toward the back or out of the way so I would not be seen, but I have to say that I am glad I did because I got so much more out of the day. I interacted with people so much more than I would have usually done, I read out pieces of work, I read aloud from excerpts of published novels (I suppose once again I became the go to guy just as I have found happening in my confidence class) and I did it all with a smile on my face.
Eventually everyone arrived and soon it was the task of introducing ourselves and it was at this point that I found I was more of the more accomplished and prolific writers of the group of 19 people. It turns out that writing this blog everyday, having written a screenplay, half written another and a having written a third of a novel, is actually quite a good body of work for someone just starting out in the world of writing and maybe one day I may let up on myself and give myself a bit of a break from feeling as though I am underachieving at this moment in time. I have many things going on in my life and must definitely start to understand that I cannot do all of them regardless of how much I feel as though I actually should be able to.
The day was very full, with exercises, discussions, note taking and short story writing. There was exercises on dialogue where we first of all looked at other authors examples (The Shawl by Cynthia Ozick to name one) and then wrote some dialogue ourselves about a made up situation of a couple talking about where they might want to go on holiday. This was followed by the inevitable Descriptive section, where we were tasked with highlighting the descriptive parts of other authors works (such as Snowdrops by A. D Miller and Cider With Rosie by Laurie Lee) and discussing them then writing our own descriptive pieces. The last part of the day was filled character creation when you will be pleased to know that even though I made a mistake and got the exercise completely wrong, I was still applauded for my effort simply because in my character design I ended it with the fact the husband had actually sent his wife away to stay with her mother so he could get some peace and quiet, but at the same time he sent her away, he also filled in the old air raid shelter in his back garden……
Suffice to say the day was absolutely enjoyable and due to the fact it was so full on, I have to confess to being completely shattered when I got home. I was mentally and physically tired out having not applied myself so willingly for so long. This obviously took its toll because I was in bed by 9pm last night and didn’t wake until 8.45 this morning.
I think you could say that kind of rest only comes after a real adventure in my own little wonderland.
FOOD DIARY:Thursday 15th October 2015
|Qty||Measure||Food||Calories (gr)||Protein (gr)||Carbs (gr)||Fat (gr)|
|Breakfast||2||50gms||Mothers Pride Plain White Sliced Bread Toasted||230||9||43.8||1.6|
|4||100gms||Lean Unsmoked Bacon||227||37.2||2||16.6|
|Lunch||1||220gms||M&S Chicken Caesar Salad Wrap||370||27||38||11|
|Dinner||1||Small Bowl||Chicken Curry||175||19||13||7|
|1/2||Naan||Plain Naan Bread||95||13||24||9|
|1||Small Bowl||Eton Mess||90||4||19||7|
So the food was pretty good on Thursday although I didn’t cover myself in glory on the carbohydrate and fat content front, but then I suppose starting the day with a Bacon Sandwich doesn’t always help (hey, at least it was only one small sandwich, before the operation it would have ben 2 1/2 at least!) However, I’m not entirely pleased with the situation because I was completely sedentary only sitting in a classroom for the day on my confidence course and then coming home to do a few jobs before I unusually hit the sofa early for a change!
Exercise for yesterday was also pretty poor although I did get some walking down as the University building is quite a way from where the bus stops (another reason I am grateful for my surgery and improved health) and there was no other transport available to me apart from Shank’s Pony. However the walking through the day did garner me a few steps I must say so I wan’t completely disappointed with myself as I didn’t even manage to take my little legged friend out for a stroll so at over 8,000 steps for the day and nearly hitting target, I suppose I should be relatively pleased with the result.
Today Archie and I shall go for a walk as we did last weekend so I am looking forward to that now, infant it is almost at the time I need to be leaving so late is my life today, so I had better waste no more time and therefore bid you adieu!
Stay out of the fridge.