these are getting less and less flattering.
i've been feeling progressively denser in the last few weeks, and today, i worked out why! i am a lazy, lazy shit. you see, dear audience, i used to walk 45 minutes to work every day. it would take that long if i was walking slow, but it was, in all honestly, about a 30 minute walk. today, i walked home from work. and realised, that at a slow, unfit pace, it took about 25 minutes.
i will save about $30 a week if i stop catching the bus, and start getting off my not fat, but unhealthy arse, and walk to work, and home from work. i mean, i'm not even out of breath by it. not even tightened slightly. and i feel more human than i have in ages. go team me!
i even got home, cooked dinner, did washing up, and now feel awake enough to blog and watch tiny-bunny being cute. he's flopping his little ears from side to side. sneezing a bit, which worries me still though.
walking is wonderful. i talked to all sorts of hungry ghosts. wrote a venting letter to my first boyfriend's ex wife apologising for being the other woman (despite the fact he told me they weren't together, i still feel strange about it all years on.) i vented to myself, i thought, i moved my feet one after another i mused and i ... felt more human again. so, walking yay.
