My rambling mind in Adventures in paradise

I’ve tossed around the idea of doing Vlogs again, but the fact of the matter is, I feel like I’m boring as bat shit lol. I feel weird talking to a screen, I’ve never been into Skype, nor have I ever acted and can pretend I’m excited about what I’m talking about.

In a world of TV and movies and popular ‘actor’-vloggers, I feel I’d just be left behind by everyone looking at my RBF (Resting Bitch-Face), talking about how the most thrilling part of my day was washing my underwear.

So I don’t bother. I can sit here and type away whilst thoughts come to my mind about what’s happened etc, but put a camera on me and I do not shine.

You only have to look at my Instagram to see the pictures to video ratio, and even the videos are boring as bat shit with very few likes.

It’s probably not a bad thing though (not being social media famous). I often wonder how I’d see myself if I didn’t know me and met me.
Probably a tall, relatively friendly, fairly fit on the slim side given the height, joke-failing but tries hard, individual. I dunno.

I’ve gotta stop giving a shit about what others think of me. I think we’re all guilty of it. I just feel like a cynical sour tart in those times where I’m like, “You know what? Fuck it.”

Then I think about where the hell would I do a video blog? The ones I did on OD were in hotels back when I was working full-time, so I had privacy. If I do them in my room at home, well that just adds to my boring personality, right? A white panelled wall as my background. Woohoo! Party!

I should go on hikes. Do a Vlog on top of a mountain like I did that time in Tasmania. That was pretty cool.
But of course, that all involves money. Stupid moolah. Overpriced Public Transport in my city makes me think twice about going anywhere. It cost me like $32 just to go to the Gold Coast and back last week, for the day. I remember before TransLink existed, where I could pretty much go anywhere for $5 and half price every weekend. So much for those days. I guess it was good while I had them.

I’m actually writing this entry from the gym. I’m cycling whilst I’m typing lol. Sweat is forming on my brows but typing is kind of distracting me. I don’t really feel like doing a proper workout so I’m just cycling because I feel guilty about that packet of chips (albeit wholegrain) that I had earlier. I think Ive been here for well over an hour, maybe even 2, but it’s 3:45am so not like I’m doing much else productive. Yesterday was an absolutely stunning Sunday outside, but I’d woken up early once again, was productive, and slept away the afternoon, only to wake around midnight (thank God work didn’t call me in) and now I’m here, alone at the gym. Wait, there’s one other guy and the cleaner now.
My arse is starting to get sore from sitting on this seat for so long.

I’m pretty happy with my progress I think. Ive been pretty consistent lately with my workouts, heavier weights, less reps, full workout every two days. It’s nice getting undressed for the shower and being relatively happy with the small pecs I see in the mirror. I mean I’ve had them for years now but its nice to maintain them. They might look great to match my height one day.
I no longer checkin to social media at the gym. It only makes me feel bad if I’m checking in but the proof of the results isn’t there. I’m eating healthier but I find it hard to resist a half-price bag of Twix or Twirl or Milky Way at the supermarket. I don’t usually indulge, but I’m certainly not overweight and I still want to have a life, so I’ll eat something other than salad and salmon or chicken.

My body immediately knows Ive eaten shit food though. It wasn’t there this morning, but a pimple has decided to make it’s way to the left side of my nose. That definitely wasn’t in my selfie picture I took this morning.

Holy Shit, Ive been cycling for 58 minutes LOL. Geshus. I think it’s time to go home. This vacuum cleaner from the cleaner is annoying me anyway.

Thanks for reading my rambling.