It’s not all Doom and Gloom!

I realised this morning that I probably sound pretty morose of late… I’m actually not, which has surprised me as much as anyone I think. Sure, I definitely feel like crawling into a corner and avoiding everything and everyone until this is over, but I’m also above all else, a realist. I know that things don’t happen at convenient moments, and don’t fit neatly into boxes. I can’t retire from life just because my past has come back to give me a good kick up the arse again.

So I get on with things. I get up, get a shower, and I go to work. I try to make sure to eat, sleep (where I’m allowed) and exercise, and get things done. Counting my regular job plus tutoring (and travel) I work a 52 hour week on average, so if nothing else I’m busy. And that’s not a bad thing as long as I stick to my rules.  First rule is Monday nights are my night off. Even if I end up doing housework, chores or mundane house stuff, as long as I’m not planning lessons or thinking about work stuff, that’s OK.  Second rule is no work at weekends unless I’m being paid extra. I might not always have mega-exciting stuff planned, but even I know I can’t be all go, all the time. Third rule is plan social stuff. Even if it’s just meeting a friend for coffee and a chat. I have the capability to go weeks without seeing anyone outside of work, but it’s not a good idea to do so.

Very simple rules that will hopefully serve me well. I’ve been sticking to them since I decided them, so no complaints really.

In terms of eating – weekdays I have a little bit of porridge in a morning with a banana and some seeds mixed in, and soup for lunch. Teatime varies. Weekends is a lot more relaxed. This seems to be working well, as I’ve lost an inch and a half off my back (as a bra that was too tight now fits, and tshirts are slightly less pronounced around the chesticle area) and definitely a few kilograms. Now I just need to get into a routine with the exercise again. A friend has some chair exercises I can do at work, and also looking into sorting a specific workout I can boot up and do in a morning for 10 mins after stretches.

So I’m definitely not being idle, and if nothing else, feeling the way I do tends to drive me to being mega organised and efficient. Who said a touch of type A personality is a bad thing!! Overall, I’m just trying to take things as they come, and where I can’t believe things, just accept that those who have said them believe it in the hope that I can then move towards believing it too.



I decided whilst thinking about a review I was  starting writing last night, that I should probably have a new place to store some of the things I write…

I do a lot of writing, some reviewing, and some musing along the way, and it tends to get a bit cluttered sometimes, between the four blogs and places I contribute to… that and I know all my gamer friends will most likely *not* want to hear about how I’m trying to fit a bit of lady-like-ness into my life…  😉

So, with all that in mind… welcome to A Cinderella Fable. Everyone knows the story of Cinderella – and whilst I don’t necessarily aspire to become the belle of the ball and the envy of the land (I’m not sure *ANY* fairy godmother could achieve that for me anyway…:P ) I do, however, look to dip my toes in the waters of girlydom after taking way too long to realise that actually, it’s not necessarily a bad thing… and maybe, just maybe, I might find a handsome prince one day, and rather than a glass slipper, a custom-made pair of Wolverine Converse…

What can you expect to see on here?

Reviews of things I try out, my thoughts on various things – with a bit more of a leaning towards health and beauty things, but not necessarily just that… I may well post some of my thoughts of being a woman in the world today – the difficulties AND the advantages that brings, and anything else that would fit in here… I may well pull some of my other posts elsewhere onto here as well from the past which fit as well… but hopefully you’ll enjoy reading along and seeing one kinda crazy lady’s take on the world of girl….

Biting the Bullet

I’ve been a little quiet on the blogging and writing front for a couple of months, with no real explanation, for which I can only apologise – I’ve had real life stuff to take care of – like moving into my own place after three months or so in limbo, so my life seems to have been consumed by work and boxes of late!

So – now that I have furniture and stuff all set up and am getting established there, I have taken the plunge and actually gone to the gym, after signing up a couple of months ago. What follows is part review and part thoughts on the experience…

As I’d said before – I signed up with Pure Gym as the offer was a good one – location wise is close enough to work for me to go, and also handily on a bus route home (and round the corner from a good friend’s so if I’m REALLY dead, I can go flounce there for a bit afterwards… ;-)) I’d had a look through on the website a few times, and had a look at the classes as well as the other information on there – the site is well laid out, easy to navigate, and not full of jargon. My only complaint here is needing my PIN number, which is 8 digits to log in… meaning that I’ve had to go and search my email every time I want to log in, which is a little annoying, but it does make sense.

So last week, I logged in, and booked in a gym induction. I expected this to be a case of being shown around and shown how to use the machines. From my experiences of gyms in the past, the latter was often really complex, and for someone who lacks confidence, feels out of her comfort zone, and is generally quite shy, this was actually the killer, because I ended up not being able to use any of the machines that weren’t really straight forwards.

Times have changed however! I arrived there nice and early on a Saturday morning for the induction, had a look in through the windows to see that it was busy, but not heaving, which was good, and then made my way in. Entry and exit uses the PIN number again, which I was aware of so prepared with it on some paper, and I’ve just about learnt it now, so wasn’t an issue there. After getting through the little entry pods, which reminded me of a decontamination chamber somewhat, I found myself in a lobby with no real clue where I should go from there. I wandered around for a bit and eventually found someone, and introduced myself, and after a short wait, was taken round on my own, where the lady pointed out all the useful helpful info, and was generally, very approachable, didn’t assume or patronise, and listened to the answers when asking a question. She then gave me an introduction to the equipment and the machines and how they worked, which has gotten a lot more simple than when I was last in a gym! Colour coding means if it’s yellow, I can adjust it, and red is a guide line.

I left feeling fairly confident I’d be able to deal with being in there, and finding my way around, not at all daunted by the prospect, and knowing that I’d feel OK asking for help if I needed it. Took several guides home to read as well, which had useful information, and am actually quite looking forwards to going for my first proper workout!