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.
Last night, I went to the cinema. I ended up going to see Before I Go To Sleep, the new Nicole Kidman/Colin Firth movie about an amnesiac who forgets the past 20-odd years of her life every night, and wakes up thinking she’s 20 again, after suffering severe head wounds. And she’s the only one who knows who did it to her… but she can’t remember who did it to her. It was pretty good. There was a heck of a twist to it that I didn’t see coming. And I still hate Nicole Kidman’s “English” accent, ever since “The Others” (one of my top 5 scary movies – also with a twist that I didn’t see coming!).
Anyway, so: I went to the cinema, and after that, I nipped into ASDA to pick up the stuff that I needed: toothpaste, deodorant, Fage 0% etc.
A walk around the supermarket’s nothing, right?
So why, when I woke up this morning, did I feel like I’d walked a marathon? Or a 10k, at least.
I know exactly why, of course.
I’ve gone from being slightly active, with my wee walks around the block every other day, or at least walking over to the Co-op to get bread and milk, to doing not much more walking than up and down the stairs, or, if it’s good weather, up into the garden to hang the laundry out.
It’s not me that’s wasting away. It’s my muscles that are wasting away. All right, I no longer have to climb three flights of stairs every time I come home, so I’m not almost passing out when I get home, but I’m also rarely going out.
I’ve also been neglecting Zombies, Run!, since last December or so. I know that this (the muscle ache) isn’t about weight loss/gain, although it can obviously help a lot when I lose weight, but seriously. I walked around a supermarket. Slowly. It’s not like I raced around. I took my time about it, because I was looking at the hats and stuff for inspiration on this season’s trends. (Hey, I need to know what’s hot!)
I know that it hurts when I’ve been for a walk, but not like that. Not the way it felt this morning when I woke up. 🙁 That was horrible in a way I can’t even explain. And my hips, when I started doing my physio exercises? All of the pain. Every single bit of it. It went to my hips.
So there’s another thing on my list of to dos: I need to get out and start walking again. The woods are just down the road. Mum and I are talking about going back swimming, which would be excellent for us both. I’m expecting to absolutely die from the agony of the first swim, but I’m also looking forward to getting more use from my polka-dot suit, and my twice-or-thrice used bikini.
What I’m not looking forward to is more mornings where I go, “Oh crap, my muscles are on fire because I went shopping and I’m usually just sitting around the house playing video games or crocheting or making cards and stuff.”
That’s not where I wanna do. That’s not where I wanna end up. I’m better than that. I’m worth more than that.