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... answered my mail re. sleeping problems. He doubted there was a correlation between upping my sports pensum and the disturbed sleeping pattern (I'd mentioned that I never exercise after 7 p.m.), but told me to try and separate cardio and muscle-building workout, because that would make both more effective. This means that there'll be sessions with only a short warm-up followed by an hour or so dedicated only to the muscles, and sessions like yesterday's with an hour's running followed only by abs. Abs can't be foregone, whatever the doctor says. Abs are important and must be done.
Apparently The Good Doctor was right re. there being no correlation, because sleep is back to normal, and I'm still doing as much as I did before.
He also mentioned that I ought to be careful -- given the amount of exercising I'm doing, there's always the sports addiction trap lurking, but I reassured him on that count: yes, I exercise a lot, but I'm way too lazy to become a sports addict. Besides, there are those days when I have to kick my own butt in order to get out of the house and to the gym, and sometimes even vigorous kicking doesn't achieve anything, so I'm more or less convinced there's no big danger there.
Speaking of sports addiction: the other day, when I was having lunch with Stefan, I mentioned my semi-crazy idea of taking a week off and climbing the Vodno every day. He didn't react as enthusiastically as Klaus ("Wow! You could do it twice every day!"), but he thought it was a great idea. I might do it in spring -- right now, I can't take a whole week off, and the weather isn't good enough, and later on there will be snow. But the thought of a sports week in spring does hold a certain attraction.
My social life, which has been dormant the last two days, will pick up again tonight: first there's a reception at the US Ambassador's residence to welcome his new deputy, and after that I'll be having dinner with a guy from the US Embassy. We met in May and have been trying to set up a dinner for ages. I have to admit I don't remember him very well -- fortunately the place we're going to isn't too big, so I won't have trouble finding/recognizing him -- but I seem to recall that he was nice and fun. Not even remotely attractive, unless memory deceives me, but never mind. Just nice is enough for a pleasant evening. I'm sure the next crush is waiting just round the corner.
Today's agenda is rather empty, so maybe I'll drag my lazy carcass out at noon. I need a warm winter jacket, and I have to look for a present for Petra, to whose birthday party I'll be going on Friday. Besides it seems that Mango have received another batch of new stuff, so that's surely worth a look, too. And I still need brown shoes and a brown handbag.
If there is such a thing as the crotch seam curse, and it seems there is, I wonder who cast it on me.
I bought a dark beige trouser suit some weeks ago and have worn it (mostly separately and combined with other trousers/skirts/jackets) a few times. The trousers are machine washable, and I washed them last Friday. Imagine my horrified surprise when I hung them up to dry and discovered, by mere chance, that the crotch seam was unravelling! Had I not washed them and worn them just one more time, the result would've been disastrous, way worse than the accident in May with the linen trousers, because the whole seam from waistband at the back to zipper in front would have fallen apart. Thank God for small mercies...
Apparently The Good Doctor was right re. there being no correlation, because sleep is back to normal, and I'm still doing as much as I did before.
He also mentioned that I ought to be careful -- given the amount of exercising I'm doing, there's always the sports addiction trap lurking, but I reassured him on that count: yes, I exercise a lot, but I'm way too lazy to become a sports addict. Besides, there are those days when I have to kick my own butt in order to get out of the house and to the gym, and sometimes even vigorous kicking doesn't achieve anything, so I'm more or less convinced there's no big danger there.
Speaking of sports addiction: the other day, when I was having lunch with Stefan, I mentioned my semi-crazy idea of taking a week off and climbing the Vodno every day. He didn't react as enthusiastically as Klaus ("Wow! You could do it twice every day!"), but he thought it was a great idea. I might do it in spring -- right now, I can't take a whole week off, and the weather isn't good enough, and later on there will be snow. But the thought of a sports week in spring does hold a certain attraction.
My social life, which has been dormant the last two days, will pick up again tonight: first there's a reception at the US Ambassador's residence to welcome his new deputy, and after that I'll be having dinner with a guy from the US Embassy. We met in May and have been trying to set up a dinner for ages. I have to admit I don't remember him very well -- fortunately the place we're going to isn't too big, so I won't have trouble finding/recognizing him -- but I seem to recall that he was nice and fun. Not even remotely attractive, unless memory deceives me, but never mind. Just nice is enough for a pleasant evening. I'm sure the next crush is waiting just round the corner.
Today's agenda is rather empty, so maybe I'll drag my lazy carcass out at noon. I need a warm winter jacket, and I have to look for a present for Petra, to whose birthday party I'll be going on Friday. Besides it seems that Mango have received another batch of new stuff, so that's surely worth a look, too. And I still need brown shoes and a brown handbag.
If there is such a thing as the crotch seam curse, and it seems there is, I wonder who cast it on me.
I bought a dark beige trouser suit some weeks ago and have worn it (mostly separately and combined with other trousers/skirts/jackets) a few times. The trousers are machine washable, and I washed them last Friday. Imagine my horrified surprise when I hung them up to dry and discovered, by mere chance, that the crotch seam was unravelling! Had I not washed them and worn them just one more time, the result would've been disastrous, way worse than the accident in May with the linen trousers, because the whole seam from waistband at the back to zipper in front would have fallen apart. Thank God for small mercies...
