Mumless

Mum's headed out bush again. Means I'm home-alone once more. Means I get to cook and eat as little as possible while I tune into the network and focus on my computer. Joy for me!!

On a fitness kick once again, you see. It all started a few weeks ago when my knee started giving me grief. You see, I sit crosslegged when I'm typing. Its something that I've always done. **Apparently, I was born with my legs crossed. However, lately, whenever I straighten my knee I get overwhelming pain shooting right up from underneath my kneecap that sends me right around the twist.

All i can do is stand there, clutching at my fucked up knee, making helpless noises, while mum tutts, and says "served you right for sitting like a monkey".

Piffle. I've sat like this for how many eons? Why has my knee, my left knee only mind, suddenly decided that its going to throw a temper tantie??? *sigh* Goodness only knows. Anyhow, despite my knee's best efforts to confine me to this chair, I have taken an agressive attitude towards it. Activity, and plenty of it.

Gym. Walking. Gym. Walking, perhaps a spot of swimming if the day calls for it. Gunna strengthen this knee joint, even if it kills me. Gunna loose 5kgs before I take off overseas so I can eat like a horse and put it all back on again. Gunna find every single muscle in my body and beat it into submission. I've done this before, and I'm going to do it again. This time, without the expensive physio bills.

So, yeah. I get to live like a student for 10 days. Dine on reheated pasta, and listen to loud music at 4am.

Go me.

** Bullshit, if you ask me.