Back to the future

So
I'm back to working in financial consulting.
More precisely, the firm I joined is the same one where I worked between 2004 and 2005, right after university.

Everyone is so young and skinny... It's both depressing and motivating you know?

Some of the young girls look up at me, professionally speaking. I look up at them, they have skinny legs to die for.

And the guys.... Well let's keep that for the next post. Which will come soon because I'm back to the old me.
Xoxoxox

I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focused on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
(....)
What have I become? My sweetest friend
Everyone I know, goes away in the end
And you could have it all, my empire of dirt
I will let you down, I will make you hurt.


Today my mind is on Johnny Cash.
Meanwhile I changed job, gained weight, but I will further develop next week

Stay strong lovelies

Running

Well at least all this training is showing in terms of running results.
Did 18km yesterday (with a bad bronchitis) running at 5'31'' per km, and I wasn't even tired at the end. I mean, I could have run way faster, but after the first 10k my husband wanted to slow down and I preferred running with him than sprinting ahead.
In terms of weight - blah.
I seem forever stuck between 60 and 61 kilos.

All the rest sucks right now

Lucy at the gym

Do you remember that ana song?

Lucy at the gym
she's there everytime I go
and I don't go that often
so she must live at the gym.

This is how my coworkers talk about me, lately.
I currently have two subscriptions to two different gyms. At one I go with Husband in the morning; at the other (next to the office) I go over lunch break.
I'm training 7 to 9 times a week. Running, swimming and HIIT/Tabata. Fuck I even got a Personal Trainer.
I have about one month to waist (hopefully by mid March I'll have a new job): let's make the best of it right?
Also it's the only thing restraining me from losing it completly at my current work.

Keep on Lucy, keep on working working.....

Hit the gym

How can you leave me standing,
alone in a world that's so cold
maybe I'm just too demanding
maybe I'm just like my father: too bold.
Maybe I'm just like my mother:
she's never satisfied.

What a complete, utterly total fuck-up.

only possible next thing to do: hit the gym. again. and again.

(you know that they cry)