Not so much back sliding (see a previous blog) but nor am I doing the whole “onwards and upwards” thing either. Instead I’m trying to keep going with the I’m not depressed and my life is getting back on track… sort of thing. Some days it works, others it doesn’t.
Been reading a lot… lots and lots of books. Though I did tell someone I’d read 250 books so far this year (I haven’t), I’d got my memory wrong, I’ve actually (according to Amazon) read 170 books so far. Now true that’s only the books I have through Amazon (Kindle Unlimited mostly), and I have read probably 10-15 more (dead tree or eBook from other sources), so call it 180 books. So around 0.8 of a book a day, and well on track for my hoped for 1 book a day. Vast majority of those books are full novels (300+ pages), but I do seem to end up reading books with 50-100 pages… or box sets of 8 books with only 500 pages total (a major annoyance I have with Amazon is their inability to allow me to sort by page count).
Done some more exercise… that shouldn’t be newsworthy to anyone. But the fact is my natural state is sitting or lying down. I want to do more, get out more, get fit and not be a fat slob. But I find it really hard because I don’t enjoy exercise and have no-one to do it with to give me a reason to actually get out and do it. My nephews come to stay and I did more exercise while they were here than I’d done in the three months prior (or very nearly). Walking is what you do to get somewhere, running is what you do if you’re trying to get somewhere and are late. (Aside from the fact that running hurts and I never try and go anywhere.)
I bought a skipping rope… good form of exercise… yay me… But I can no longer skip, I literally cannot keep the damn rope from hitting my feet. I used to be able to skip (as a kid), can’t now. On top of which finding somewhere that is free of obstruction, has a solid floor (my weight is still too high) and crucially isn’t in public, is hard.
COVID hasn’t really had much effect on me, I’ve been socially isolating since my childhood, don’t much enjoy going out (or can’t afford to go out). However it has effected those around me in my wider family, in the sense that I haven’t seen as much of friends and relatives as I’d normally prefer (it also as previously mentioned messed up my job). My nephews came to stay for 5 days, a great time was had by me and their grandparents, I’m not sure that the older one was equally impressed… The younger boy was great fun, but I missed them both.
Then after a week at home they came back with their parents and we had more fun, plus two bike rides (my BIL is a serious cyclist) and though I didn’t complete the 2nd ride due to a puncture it was great to see them again after over a year. We also had a family party in that week seeing people I hadn’t spoken to (or seen) for over a year who I’d normally see once or twice (or more) a year. So a good week.
Work has been pretty good. Up until the week end just gone I was officially working every Sunday (1hr), two Saturdays a month (~3hrs) and occasional Tuesdays and Thursdays (1hr) as and when I was needed. It’s the same job I mentioned (I think earlier) and I still feel guilty about not doing ice bagging and still hope to create a gizmo to help me do that task as well. But it’s great having a purpose other than existing. And the boss has said to me (in front of other staff) that I do a good job and work hard… I was so happy to hear that even if I don’t quite believe it.
Done zero writing though, planned lots… thought about existing (mental) plans… but failed to actually write any of it down.