This is just not good enough!

I am feeling decidedly old and decrepit this morning and rather disgruntled with life and myself in general!

Having completed two of my four days at work I am already dead on my feet despite dragging my self off here and into bed at a half reasonable hour......and I still have two days to go, with today's shift not finishing until 9pm. I admire individuals who can work shifts comfortably, even a 9pm finish messes with my internal clock! once I get home somehow despite being tired for the best part of the day I just can't sleep unless I have a few hours relaxing first which inevitably leads to yet another late night.

So why the general state of malaise. Something flu like seems to be endeavoring to invade my being, I slept badly last night, I dreamt profusely, was hot and bothered and apparently was snoring!!!! Who me??? I think not!! This 'pleasant' revelation caused PG to prod me in the ribs, so to speak, on a number of occasions in an apparently vain attempt to get some sleep himself and thus causing my night to be even further disturbed. Wouldn't you think that a caring partner would look lovingly at a snoring partner and not prod? Ok maybe an unrealistic thought there!

Prior to my night of nocturnal mutterings two other rather aggravating events took place. Firstly I weighed myself. As someone who has spent most of her life underweight this is not something I do more than perhaps bi-annually but having noticed that my tummy seemed not to be entirely flat any longer I saw fit to land myself on the scales........grrrrrr, for the first time in my adult life I seem to have put on weight!!! Ok, it is only a few pounds..... I still don't struggle over 8 stone and it's something my doctor would be pleased with but I am most certainly not. PG of course, having waged the weight battle for all of his adult life couldn't resist tormenting me about 'middle aged spread' etc.

My other alarming incident was also bodily. I bent down to pick something up off the floor and in doing so my right knee made a rather alarming cracking sound and hurt like hell, rendering me 'stuck' in a somewhat uncomfortable position. Even more aggravating was finding that my attempt to lever myself back to an upright position with my left leg, found it wanting, one leg alone struggled to propel me vertical again......what on earth happened to the strong gymnast I used to be!!!!

A sedentary, parked rear end down infront of the computer lifestyle, is what happened I think, perhaps not designed to keep ones body completely trim and fit. It is just not good enough something has to be done! Don't anyone dare mention age at this point please, I will not accept that age has anything what so ever to do with this decline in mobility. I have never done the 'keeping fit' thing, for years as a gymnast it was just part of my life now maybe I will have to consider a gym (oh hell), running, cycling or some other form of 'anti decline' activity.......grrrrrr, the thought of patronising a gym full of lycra clad individuals obsessed with their abs does nothing for me.....nothing at all!

Maybe I will just settle for a few exercises, a bit of walking and a staple diet of something other than chocolate! I recall my mother telling me my lifestyle would catch up with me as I got older.....I refuse to admit just yet that she had a point!