So, yesterday, I was about to leave to go the gym when I massive emotional meltdown. I had worked myself into a such a state about seeing my friend that I just crumbled. When I came out of my little ball, I realised I had to just go and get it over with. "but then I won't work out today," said the little voice on my shoulder. "I really want to stick to that resolution. Going to the gym is most important. You can be an hour or so late. It'll be fine." By this stage, I was already at the time I should leave the gym to be on time to see her. I spent half an hour arguing with myself. Then I realised, I was procrastinating going to see her because I was scared.
So I got changed out of my gym clothes, got my nice clothes on and left to see my friend. We had a wonderful time. She was really supportive of everything that has been going on with my Mum and several times said "Well, you know I'm impartial but he's a complete c***!" (and she doesn't use bad language, especially words like that) Some of it was quite emotional but it was good to just be together and have someone who didn't mind me falling to bits. Her husband came home and we all talked. I feel most awkward about seeing hime. Ed is his friend but he knows how badly he's behaved and he has to see me. I don't like them being in the middle. I cope we can eventually get to a place so it's not horrible for them.
I made it to dive club slightly later than planned, but we were all running quite late. We had lots of fun and laughs and discussed our future diving adventures. It was really good to see everyone. One of my friends bought some sparkling wine (she always brings something) and crisps. I had one glass of sparliking wine. I sipped slowly. I was careful. It was delicious. :oD Happy Sarah
This morning I got up and went to Zumba. I felt bad because I didn't go to the gym yesterday but I decided to try really hard today. I enjoyed it but it didn't nearly kill me like I expected nor was it particularly great fun. It was just like a regular dance aerobics class. I kept up. I sweated. There were a lot of older women in this class (being a weekday) so I wonder if the Sunday one will be harder. I shall see. I am trying that this week.