Losing It

My mad, crazy journey to health and beyond

We were on a break

on August 15, 2014

Break

 

Nicolaaaaaaa! When are you going to write another blog poooooooost??!!

If I had R1 for every time someone asked me that, I’d have about R3.50 by now, easy. I love blogging, I love that people actually read what I write without having a .40 calibre pressed against their temple, and I love even more that others are finding inspiration from my journey for their own. However, right now an average day of mine looks like this:

 

5am: Wake up

Rest day – Work, shower, breakfast

Training day – Gym

7:30am: Drive to work

TRAFFICFUCKMYLIFE

8:30 – 5pm: Work

TRAFFICFUCKMYLIFE

6pm: Home, breathe

6:01pm: Cook all my meals for the next day

7:30pm: Eat, watch Friends

8:30 – 10pm: Work

10pm – Fall asleep while watching QI

 

Literally. Every. Single. Day. The only difference between a week day and a weekend day is that there’s no driving to work involved – I just stay in bed working, and occasionally throw in a parkrun or trail run to stop myself from going completely batshit crazy. These people who think that freelancers wake up at 10am, work for about half an hour, then swan around for the rest of the day going to markets, wine tasting, having four-hour long lunches, then sloping off to an equally long dinner, are, quite frankly, fucked in the head.

 

Don’t EVEN get me started.

Don’t EVEN get me started.

 

Oh, and did I mention that I’m also currently doing two courses at the same time as well? I use the term “doing” loosely, as if I have about 5 minutes per day to spend on either one of them, it’s a lot. Add to that the trail running schedule I’ve just drawn up for myself, the fact that I have friends who occasionally like to see me, another initiative I’m involved in that I’m not going to get into right now, and a pub quiz every fortnight, and you begin to understand this face:

 

Crazy face

 

BUTTTTT!!!!!!

Last weekend, for the first time in almost 60 days, I managed to find two, blissful uninterrupted days of peace. No work, no demands, no clients, no writing. Just two whole days to do what I wanted, when I wanted. So what did I do?

 

Saturday

Slept till 6:30am – longest I’ve slept in for over two months.

Did 100 burpees. #likeaboss

 

Before.

Before.

 

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After.

 

Got a pedi at Rouge Day Spa.

 

Before.

Before.

 

After.

After.

 

Lemonade, by Orly. I can’t drink it, so I may as well wear it.

Lemonade, by Orly. I can’t drink it, so I may as well wear it.

 

Annual Women’s Day lunch with some of my favourite people:

 

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Fillet steak, spinach, mushrooms and mash. And yes, every bit was within my macros.

Fillet steak, spinach, mushrooms and mash. And yes, every bit was within my macros.

 

Then home to lazing on the couch and watching soppy girly dvds.

 

If you wear the Evo sweatshirt while you do it, you won’t be tempted to reach for the movie snacks. They can sense what you eat while you’re wearing that sucker. And they will not be amused.

If you wear the Evo sweatshirt while you do it, you won’t be tempted to reach for the movie snacks. They can sense what you eat while you’re wearing that sucker. And they will not be amused.

 

Sunday

Breakfast at my favourite place with one of my favourite people (shout-out to Wendy!). I didn’t take pictures because we were tired of having the paparazzi follow us. Also I forgot.

Then for an impromptu walk on the beach with dear, darling Tee.

 

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And a delicious sushi lunch that was slightly out of my macros due to the impromptu-ness of it all, but who gives a fuck?

 

That was shared between the two of us, just to be clear.

That was shared between the two of us, just to be clear.

 

At least I compensated by sticking to the sparkling water.

 

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Then off to the movies for the first time in lord knows how long.

 

Superheroes and pelvic sorcery – what more could a girl want?

Superheroes and pelvic sorcery – what more could a girl want?

 

And home to the couch, homemade soup and more blank, glazed vegging.

It was a weekend well spent, and I’m still living off the awesomeness of it all. Judging by my work schedule, it’ll also be the last free weekend I get until sometime in 2015 (I shit you not – I am currently on holiday in Joburg and I’ve spent more time in my room working than I have with my family, who I hardly get to see as it is).

BUT. I am grateful for the work, as it keeps me in food, rent and petrol. I am grateful for the chance to see my family and friends, no matter how fleeting, as it makes me appreciate them all the more. I am grateful I’m so busy, as it keeps me away from the junk food, and the boredom that makes me eat the junk food, and the spare time that makes me drive to the place with the junk food. And I’m grateful that with so much to fill my life, I’ve barely had time to think about the one thing I’ve taken away.

 

Well, ok, I think about it sometimes.

Well, ok, I think about it sometimes.

 

Awesome catching up with you peeps – think about me sitting at home working right now while you’re out getting Friday-night-hammered. Have one (or twelve) for me, and I’ll see you soon.

 

Kiss 1

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3 responses to “We were on a break

  1. I’m confused. Why do you drive to work if you freelance? That seems like the worst of both worlds. We should all just be subsistence farmers. We’d get thin from tilling the lands (flowerbeds?) and everything.

  2. … Unless like me you are silly enough to have a full time job AND freelance. It seems to be a writer thing. Natch.

    • nicface says:

      No I’m a full-time freelancer, and occasionally that sees me going into agencies to help out when they’re under-resourced. Which then involves me driving into work 🙂

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