SO.....

It seems that adults only need 30 minutes of physical exercise 5 days a week, just as I suspected. The ellipilcital trainer bores me so, I only managed 20 minutes yesterday whilst on my dinner break then I went to the bar for beer and pizza. God damn Tuesdays that feel like Mondays, they mess my head up. Wasn't all unproductive though, me and Don made two crayfish cages to try and catch some to use as bait for the big ice fishing derby on Saturday

ALREADY IM RECANTING

I may have mentioned that I try to find ways of getting out of everything. Well, the 60 minutes of exercise a day I prescribed myself  is already far too much and totally unrealistic. So, I am moving it down to 30 minutes a day until I am at least as half as fit as a normal person.......this may be some time away.

HOME ALONE AND BATCHING IT

Another day tragically wasted.

It was quite nice outside considering it was minus thirty out. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and  there wasn't a breath of wind. I managed to walk the hounds round to my Mum and Dads but there was nothing doing around there. So I came back home, bought some necessities from the Co-op then came home and tried to recreate some of my favourite M&S salads. Started making soup but I'm out of water. I missed my delivery this week, he said he'd come and drop me some off but as yet I still have three empty bottles out on the deck. Cant use tap water, its undrinkable and smells of cat piss.

News on Facebook is that Martin Smith got knocked out / pint potted  in the Nags last night. Broke his nose and cheekbone by all accounts. God, I don't miss Friday nights like that. My Friday night on the other hand involved a few beers at the shop then Hendricks gin at the Mexicans and a nice big slab of angel food cake,raspberries and ice cream. I was asleep for 10:30.

My 60 minutes of physical activity a day has got off to a bad start. I have done 17 minutes and it is currently 7:42pm.
Maybe this is the point of the joggers blog, cos now I have said it out loud (well typed in black and white) I now feel pretty lazy and stupid about it. OK, I'll go and get on it again.....

I BLOG THEREFORE I JOG

After pressing the "Next Blog >" button for a while the other night I was surprised to see how many blogs are about jogging. Had to be more than 50%. So, it got me thinking.....

Maybe I should get off my lazy ass and get out there and go jogging myself. Although it seems like yesterday I last did some running in retrospect it is probably twenty years ago. Time sneaks up on you when you are lazy and in denial.

Its easy to come up with this plan as I cannot go out jogging at the moment, its yet another future plan. Well, I don't think you can go jogging when its -30°C outside. I would have hoped not. I know I am usually good at making up  finding reasons to put stuff off, but surely that's a real one. I mean, I nearly fell over four times today whilst walking to the bank, and that's not a long journey. So I fear ankles would be snapped and pelvis' would be broken if I went out there jogging.. Plus, how many clothes would you have to wear? No, I think jogging in the outdoors at this moment in time is a non starter. So, maybe the elliptical trainer that is hidden under a pile of clothes should be given a go, get me ready for jogging in the spring.

I heard on TV that kids should do at least 60 minutes physical exercise a day. Seems a little excessive but maybe I will try and match that

YOU AINT SEEN ME RIGHT

I am so lazy and hepped up on Monster energy drins its causing confusion in my brain.
I should clean the kitchen.
I should vacuum.
I should have a shower and put my pyjamas on.

I just cant seem to prize myself off the couch and away from the telly.

It's gone all ridiculously cold out again, -33°C or something daft like that I heard.

I went to Swift for a seminar in shoplifting.I am now an expert.

BOW YOUR HEADS AND PLEASE BE UPSTANDING

 I felt a little guilty sending Reggie on his merry way to his next life in a Ziploc bag so I rustled up a little coffin on my dinner hour. He shall transcend into his next life as bait in the ice fishing competition in style. Scott (the now chief pallbearer) picked him up from work this afternoon

 I did a open casket viewing for the folk at work before he left, they were quiet respectful although no one burst out in to song much to my dismay.

So goodbye Reggie.....its been emotional.

I am now thinking of totally catching a ton of them this spring, keeping them in the tank til next ice fishing season and using them as live bate. Apparently Catfish love them. I'll have to figure out a way to attach them to the hook (ie getting Don to do it) cos I'm not so good with the hook through live things, let alone dead.

USUALLY FOR MY DINNER I EAT SPAGHETTI AND CHILLI FLAKES WHILST WATCHING CSI

Funny how other peoples ideas sound more fun when you don't have to be the person doing it.

Lindsay texted me or facebook messaged me or did something to me that wasn't actually talking to me today about Reggie.

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 He reminded me that Don was at this big  ice fishing competition this weekend and maybe...just maybe Reggie's death needn't be in vain. Maybe in fact he made the ultimate sacrifice and turned him self over to be bait in a bid to win the $10,000 booty. Like a mug then I came home on my dinner break and sifted through a bin full of moldy chick peas, gone sour whipping cream, rock hard pomegranates and Ziploc bags of uneaten McDonald's burgers (Dons burger ,not mine...and in fact burger, not burgers) to look for his dead body.....nothing. Did I forget to mention the contents of my Dyson too.....not just that but a Dyson that had picked up a carton of the Pet Smell Eliminator Powder that is like Shake-and-Vac.

 *Soo glad I decided to clean out the fridge and empty the vacuum this morning*

 By the time I got to the bottom of the bag I realised that Don probably took the bag outside so I had a sift through there....

 ...and there he was, lying on an old envelope. Stunk a little, no....stunk a lot. I needn't have been worried about any Lazarus effect cos Reggie is well and truly dead. Like dead dead.

Fingers crossed he nets us the big bounty in the Fishing Derby, I just have to get him sent up north.....