Rehabilitation in Adventures in paradise

My back has been gradually feeling better. It’s my long shifts at work where I really feel it, especially after my 6:30am until 4pm Saturday shifts. It was also a fucked-week. I don’t know what the hell nightfill were actually doing on Thursday night but they sure as heck left a lot of work for me to catch up on come the next morning, which of course was a flow-on effect with my one helper on Saturday needing to leave 4 hours early.
I just sent my manager a message telling him, “Cunt’s fucked”.
If you’re Australian, you’ll know that saying well 😋

Gym is going well and I’m happy to be back. The scales tipped in at 102kg last week and seeing my gut in the mirror was getting me down. Especially having an anorexic-loving landlord who is happy to tell the people who are paying him rent that they are getting fat.
I ignore it though because “fat” to Andrew is anything over 70kg. Fucking weirdo.
Surprisingly I’ve been at gym every day since rejoining, so it’s Day 7 now. Not bad! I’m just doing simple workouts each time, but it’s not set in stone when I’ll do what. I know I want to do legs twice a week and cardio twice a week. I need to get back to double figures, preferably the early to mid-90’s. I can’t be 102kg and watch the numbers keep creeping up. I even feel the extra weight I’m lugging on the treadmill. Better to nab it on the arse now rather than hit 120kg and have to work even harder. Man, aren’t the 30’s fun!? I could eat bloody anything in my 20’s and barely gain a kilo.

Andrew said to me today that I should wear blue and red more often. It’s blue though. It’s always thought I look so much better when I wear a blue top. It brings out my eyes. It’s funny he said that because I had a shave this morning and looked at myself in the mirror and thought, “Damn, I look good!”
It’s nice to have a bit of self recognition and confidence every now and then.
I just wish I was more fashion conscious, because it really does make a difference. I never have been. I grew up outside Millmerran for God’s sake. I struggle with the whole not being comfortable thing. Especially in this hot Queensland Summer weather. Wearing jeans isn’t very appealing these days.

I haven’t heard from Vish since he picked up his car keys. I feel like he’s been a terrible friend lately. Extremely selfish. Like, he came to my birthday and didn’t give me a present because he said he’d get me one in Europe, and a few weeks after he’s back, there’s no present AND I’m down $300 for his car battery. I would have been better off paying a fortune for the hire-car because at least then I wouldn’t have this situation. Then Andrew reminded me that his car did get me to my parents and back at Christmas okay, so there’s that. I just never hear from him anymore, and what’s even more ironic is that he lives up the road from me now. I can easily walk there in 10 minutes. But he and his boyfriend move house that often they’ve probably moved again by now.
I feel like when I do see him next that I’ll get up him and explain to him that this is exactly why Angelo doesn’t talk to him anymore. I’m assuming he did something similar to him.

Anyway, all this negative talk. Bit draining.

Oh speaking of, I checked out the ‘new’ OD. No apology from the DiaryMaster or anything. Just “Gimme your money money money!”

Get fucked.