I can't believe this is my first blog post of 2017; it's not that I've been slacking - although there is that - but more that I haven't really had the time, or, let's be honest, the inclination to blog lately. Back At It Again With The Exercise But I've started going to the gym… Continue reading In Which I’m Exercising Again
I could write an epic tome about what I hate about being unemployed. I certainly have the time. I don't have the inclination, however. Be thankful. It would be longer than Clarissa, or, the History of a Young Lady (arguably the longest English-language novel in the history of human knowledge), and shockingly frank. Related: Last… Continue reading In Which Tracy is Wasting Away
My downstairs neighbours probably hate me. Whenever I'm doing anything that takes any amount of time, I usually put my iPod on and listen to my "CHEERY AS spinning FUCK!" playlist - a mixture of a playlist called, "CHEERY AS FUCK!" and my "spinning" playlist, which is actually a mixture of songs we've used in… Continue reading In Which Fatso Wants To Dance
We were all sitting in the fitness suite this morning, on our Spinning Bikes - which had been put out at the last minute, and only after one of us had gone to tell the front desk, "Hey, our class starts in ten minutes and the bikes still aren't out!" - when one of the… Continue reading In Which Fatso Is Disappointed
Tomorrow is Hogmanay. (In non-Scots speak: New Year's Eve.) This time last year, I was in the exact same place as I am this year, except this year I weigh a lot lot more, so I feel that my use of the phrase "mean cycle" is justified. So, this is what keeps on happening to… Continue reading In which Tracy comes full cycle
