Oooh ahh, just a little bit in Stuff

I want to go to the gym but I am SO freaking tired for some reason. It’s not like I’ve done much today, if anything, really. The most exciting thing I did today was take my washing off the line and put my bedsheets back on my bed, so at least I have sheets to sleep on now. Last night was a bit of an improvisation with me using half a blanket as the base and wrapping the other half around myself. I used the very edge of it so to make sure I didn’t wake up feeling like I was trapped, and that seemed to work as I think I slept pretty well.
Still, that doesn’t explain why I feel so tired. Maybe I’ll just force myself to go anyway. I haven’t been anywhere near as much as I should have been. I tend to like to be lazy on my days off work, but I need to get out of that stupid trend. Sexy doesn’t happen lying around on the couch eating shit food.
Food hasn’t been that bad though. I eat a healthy breakfast and dinner, but I keep buying junk food which I’ll snack on. I need to not buy it in the first place, even if it is on special. I mean, who could resist $1.75 Tim-Tams? I mean, really!?

I did wake myself up a fair bit tonight though whilst cooking dinner in a pan on the stove. I had a little bit of oil in there frying away my pork cutlet, and when I went to take it out of the pan, it slipped from the tongs and onto the side of the hotplate. Next thing I knew, flames were billowing toward the airvent. Like a full on fireball of flame! It scared the shit out of me! Thank fuck it died down and I could get to the stove to turn the gas off. If my landlord were home and saw that, he woulda killed me! Haha! I checked if anything was burned/damaged but thankfully it wasn’t, and even my pork was okay haha.
Some oil must have just jumped the pan onto the flame or something. That’s all I can think of.
I did spend about 10 seconds waiting for my heartbeat to slow back down though!

I just checked myself on my scales again, and I’ve dropped down a little from my 91kg reading a few days ago. My God that was a shock. I thought because I’d been lazy that my body had decided to pile on the fat haha. I checked tonight and it’s back to 89.8kg, and that’s after dinner and dessert (which I’ll admit was a slice of chocolate barvarian and custard). I have a sweet tooth, God-damn it. It’s not like I really need to watch my weight. I’m just conscious of the hereditary factor that my dad started to get fat after age 30. I was laying in bed last week and realized I could pat my tummy with the effect of fat being there - something I’ve never even thought about doing in the past, so that alone should be motivation enough to get me going to the gym more. That and Mardi Gras is only a month away now. Usually I’ve always made plans for it by now, but I haven’t this year. I’ve been so many times and it doesn’t really change much. Just an expense tourist event. And if the acts at the After Party are anywhere near as lame as they were last year, well, forget it! Knowing my luck though, they will be amazing, and I keep thinking I’m only getting older, so I should go and enjoy it while I’m young.

I was thinking of just going down for a few days. If I did that, I probably wouldn’t even need to apply for holidays from work. And two or three days in Sydney is enough. I don’t even like Sydney that much, and Ryan’s working in Beijing so my only real friend isn’t even there. It depends on this stupid Sunday shifts offer. If the manager wasn’t so lazy, I wouldn’t even be needed for that shift, but alas, he is, and somehow they suddenly have money to pay an extra staff member, when they cut Casual’s shifts constantly. Go figure. Anyway.
Maybe the gym will wake me up. Maybe I won’t have any energy at all.
I’m gonna go. Maybe just do some cardio and tire myself out. In a way, it’s good to go to the gym on a non-work day/night. I think I’ve just motivated myself. I’ll go for a little bit.