No, I wasn't kidnapped in Malaga. But I did have a lovely time, thank you for asking. I've been incredibly busy as of late, blogging went to the bottom of my priorities.
Why so busy you ask? Well, for the last 2 months or so I've been networking my toosh off having meetings, interviews, coffee's, long phone conversations, sending email after email, all in the name of building a platform so I could quit my job. Momentum was building before I went on holiday and since I've been back I've devoted all of my time and attention to securing my first contract. All of this was going on whilst based in London, living in a hotel and working on a massive project.
This week, contracts were negotiated; I incorporated my first company and handed in my notice. I didn't expect resigning to be as overwhelming and emotional as it was. I thought it would be easy, but as I wrote my resignation letter I had to take time out to have a quick sob. I didn't realise until recently just how much my job has "defined" me over the last 6 years and what a huge part of my life it was. I'll truly miss the people I've worked with, I genuinely think they are brilliant and have on so many occasions been in awe watching them in action and felt so lucky to have the opportunity to learn from such intelligent and dynamic individuals. I'm a hard gal to please, I walk around thinking 99% of the people I encounter are morons so this is saying something....
But I knew in my heart that it was time to move on and try something else. I just had to muster up the courage and confidence to make the decision and then the energy to see it through.
With all this going on its no wonder an injury was a foot and after doing sod all for over a week I stood up at my desk and instantly knew something was horribly wrong. My sciatic nerve was trapped and the pain was excruciating. I couldn't sleep, it hurt even to lie down, and it became really debilitating. I'd love to blame it on some crazy hard core workout, but genuinely I had been so lazy and done nothing other than a brisk walk to the shops. Well.... maaaaaybe you can count drunkenly teaching a group of lads how to do hand stand push up on holiday, but I doubt that had anything to do with it.....
With a lot of rest, stretching, physio and massages I'm all better. I am however slightly nervous about returning to the gym and as yet have only managed a few light cardio sessions. I'm dipping my toe in the water as such.
Those sessions, be them light, I have enjoyed and felt good as I left the gym. My plan is to slowly increase the intensity of my workouts and I’ll keep you updated. I’m not giving myself a hard time, life is the way it is sometimes, but I do enjoy being in shape and will get back there one step at a time. I wouldn’t say I’m back to square one, but I do have a bit of a “stress” belly at the mo. Stress belly ie. wine, cheese & chocolate belly.
Right, so there's my excuses, what's yours?? Get to the gym you lazy git! ;-)
Love
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