Things are going really slowly.

Have yet to find a job, getting a bit desperate now, really need to move on before november, this place is starting to get me down again.

Motivation is starting to slip a little too.  I'm still ringing it out at the gym about 5 times a week though and Dave can see some changes already, he told me the other day that my legs are starting to define up which is a good thing, and the inches are starting to come off my waistline which is even better, but shit its hard work.  Not the gym itself because once I'm there I'm ok, its the split second decisions I'm able to make to either turn left off the motorway to head into Porirua to go to the gym or carry on driving for a k or so to turn off for home.

I've done it only once and I've got all the tricks sorted now, in the afternoons I spend 2 hours psyching myself up for it, reminding myself how I feel fantastic when I stagger out of the gym after a good session, then I convince myself that its not a Denny's patty melt that I'm craving or a nice ice cold glass of Coke, but a big bottle of water and a smoked chicken salad that I still have to buy and subsequently make.

Dave's helping me more than I thought he would by helping to motivate me when he can, fitness is a natural thing for him so he has no real idea on how to keep my spirits up, not that he should have to but its kinda hard when you're sitting down to a crusty salad with the smells of hot fish n chips wafting over to you at the table from the lounge.

My body was aching so bad on Tuesday night that instead of going to the Gym I went to the Pool, Dave actually suggested it as he said that I was having trouble getting off the couch to change the channel on the tv (new rule in my house, no remotes for the tvs, do it manually because every time you get up from a sitting position it burns 12 kilojoules which is like 1 and a bit calories I think).  So anyway off to the pool we went under the pretence of a hot spa, and then I did some aquajogging laps instead, 50 of them in fact, I was so proud of myself.  I was able to sit in the spa for about 10 minutes before the heat started doing my head in but it was a good way to spend an evening.  The next morning I swore black and blue my arms were half out of my sockets, breast stroke is really good for pectoral, traps, tricep and bicep training but its pure hell on the morning constitution, I call it the vortex burn (for anyone who has thrown a vortex for a prolonged period of time will know what I mean about the morning constitution the next morning, if you don't. leave me a comment and I will explain).

Anyway, today I go to the gym after work, already I'm having to psych myself up for it as I am tired and my hair is looking good, far too good for it to be ruined with rivulets of sweat pissing through it at 5pm this evening, but I know I'll go, and right up until I'm halfway through my second circuit run I'll be thinking of it as a chore, but after that its only 30 minutes on the treadmill (275 calories) and 15 minutes on the vertical bike (175 calories), I enjoy those as me and my MP3 player blast out good angry metal which works wonders for motivation, nothing like a little guitar and drum infused hatred (directed internally not externally) to get the motor churning.

Well, time to check the job sites to see if any new jobs have become available, will endeavour to update at least once in the next week.

Take care all ...