301k in debt and morbidly obese - things aren't great!

MrBloater

Three weeks away from this diary and I think I've got my perspective back. And here's some updates on the major concerns in my life...

Booze/Fitness: Friday and Saturday night we were hosting old friends - Friday's couple are a bit older than us, Saturday's a bit younger - and much alcohol was consumed by all concerned. And I fell asleep both nights. In front of our guests. Both nights it was about 9.00pm I conked out. Woke up later and everyone else was still partying on. I'm kinda guessing the message is that me and booze aren't really on good terms anymore. So once again I will try a health kick up the backside. No numbers no promises no measurements - no targets to imprison me when I miss them, or over-inflate myself if I exceed them. Just a promise to myself to try and do at least 30 minutes of good stuff everyday - whether that be running, yoga, meditation, football or skipping(?).

Finance: Money-wise I have thrown caution to the wind - will be totting up the figures tomorrow night and I'm not unduly concerned, but nor am I very confident that I can chuck anything towards the summer fund - payment date for the balance is approaching and whilst we should get there with ease, I want to get there with haste, so that we can start saving for some spending money.

Shed: DD wants the shed turned into a gym. Somewhere with mirrors and the cross-trainer. She is the sort of person who will use it everyday - even though they don't need to. She's also the sort of person who automatically picks fruit as a snack and will often say "water" when asked what to drink. I do often wonder whether they gave us the right baby at the hospital as I'm baffled as to where she got those genetic traits from. But as a doting dad, I shall somehow have to remove much rubble from the shed and find a way of partitioning off a chunk of it for her to have - and probably rig up a punchbag for the boy to use. This will mean having to confront clutter which will either have to be donated or (terrified whisper) ebayed.

It's like nothing's ever changed....

Sanchsoot49

What a lovely dad to convert the shed for your daughter.Great idea for summer too.

Keep up the good work Mr B !

gallygirl

MrBloater wrote: »

Booze/Fitness: Friday and Saturday night we were hosting old friends - Friday's couple are a bit older than us, Saturday's a bit younger - and much alcohol was consumed by all concerned. And I fell asleep both nights. In front of our guests. Both nights it was about 9.00pm I conked out. Woke up later and everyone else was still partying on. I'm kinda guessing the message is that me and booze aren't really on good terms anymore.

Actually, not sure if I agree with you there (now, that's a first :rotfl:). It seems to me you're a (ridiculously early) morning person, so maybe you should entertain during daylight hours :beer:.

Igamogam

MrBloater wrote: »

It's like nothing's ever changed....

Seems to be a bit of a debt busting thing...........I am lead to believe change only happens when a corner has been turned and you are the home straight hurtling towards debt freedom...then things do change, usually for the better, but not before the initial euphoria has been kicked in the teeth by the 'so what now' feeling.......the things we put ourselves through;)

Welcome back Mr B - has it only been three weeks?

MrBloater

Well the week had a way of turning out completely unlike how I was predicting it would - been a fair old emotional rollercoaster here at Maison Bloater - culminating yesterday in me being invited to apply for my current job again. If I am not successful I revert back to my initial contract at the place which was a few rungs down. If I am successful then it is permanent. Kinda mixed feelings at the moment - kicking myself for passing up a few opportunities a while back out of loyalty to this place, but can also see the benefits in putting on a good show and getting the ink on the contract written in blood. This showdown will happen at the end of the month - and I need to get in shape mentally and physically for it. Have foregone the traditional end of term bottle of wine and am about to turn in for the night. I have three weeks to make myself eminently employable including a 2 week holiday. Need to be getting back out on the road at stupid o'clock. Need to be doing some serious abdominal exercises. Need to be doing some serious meditation. Need to be keeping this diary up. I do not need to be indulging myself in unhealthy foods, thoughts or habits. This is going to be make or break - I have a fortnight off to develop some good practises. Keep your fingers crossed please. Old dog, old tricks - new resolve.

Igamogam

Good luck Mr B

MrBloater

Up at 4.45 - check. Motivated to run - check. New playlist sorted and headphones located - check. And then it started going downhill. The zip on my tracksuit trousers pocket broke so I had nowhere to store my key. This necessitated fishing the British Telecom issue (1990) bodywarmer out. Then, as the porch light has been on the to-do list forever, I could not dig my way through the shoe mountain to find my running shoes and had to settle for the less than suitable Allstars. And when I activated my Runkeeper App it had me located in Brixton. But nevertheless I started plodding, and by the end of the first song I was really getting into it again - enjoying the sense of space and feeling of personal achievement. Then I noticed a hooded figure a bit ahead of me walking in the same direction I was going. I decided to cross the road so I could overtake without incident. By the time the second song ended I noticed that the figure had decided to start running in the road alongside me. I stopped at the intersection. He was obviously drunk or high or both and most annoyingly, wasn't just some gobby teen (I'm used to dealing with them and in most cases I can be quite forgiving), he had to be late twenties or early thirties. He stood in the middle of the road saying "come on, run. you want to run, come on then." I walked towards him slowly expecting him to jog on but he didn't. I told him to get on with his own life and I'd do the same, but he didn't get the message. And despite the seething rage inside me I wasn't at all tempted to punch him into tomorrow - it would be bad for my family and my career. Well maybe I was tempted a bit. Heck I wanted to smack the stupid smile off of his face but I just said "walk away, little man" and I walked back towards home. He started shouting something about this being what was wrong with the country. Maybe he needed a friend. But I needed a run. And that little toad took it away from me. But the really galling thing about it all is that I used to be (in Sarf London parlance) 'hench'. You wouldn't mess with me cos of my size, stature and demeanour. Clearly now I just look like a fat old man in shabby clothes.

in_need_of_direction

Either that or he was so far out of his tree, he thought he was invincible

In_Debt_Bet

Good luck Mr B love your positive attitude.

Buffythedebtslayer

Why do you have to get up so early !


It just seems so punishing


still good to see you back X


P.s I haven't heard the term hench in ages


sod the weirdo nutjob xx