One is that it is actually quite hard to eat an apple while walking if your nose is a tiny bit stuffed
The other is that I am absolutely no good whatsoever at 5-A-Side-Football.
I learned these two things within 12 hours of one another.
By way of background, the promise was an apple a day, falling to a minimum of three a week. Now, so far i am up to two this week and its Tuesday, so i would say I'm pretty well ahead of the game. Another thing worth noting is the 7 rather delicious chocolate bars i have in my little cupboard in this house that i got for next to nothing. (See first post on new years resolutions)
There is an obvious temptation there before i leave the house in the morning. I mean, Apple or chocolate... hmm, and i don't even have to wash the bar under the cold tap you say??? score.
But I've been applying a rather crafty counter-argument in my head that revolves mainly around the perishibility of apples Vs. the longevity of delicious crunchies.
But as i said... it gets a little hard when you're hand is freezing cold holding an apple, you can only breath through your mouth because your nose is letting in as much air as would be displaced by a butterflies wings, and said mouth is full of organic matter.
Oh actually, before i go on... I've decided to bring this blog to life a little, and what better way, that with a picture or two. So let me posthumously introduce you to this mornings unsuspecting victim
That's right, that's this mornings Apple. Unsuspecting and delicious. I briefly thought of putting eyes on it for this, or perhaps a blindfold and a cigarette, but then realised that at some point there I'd have crossed into madness.
12 hours later, almost exactly, i found myself on an AstroTurf pitch, with a football meeting 7 people i had never seen before. Asking myself "how did i get here?? don't i work in an office?!"
Truth is i got a text saying that there was a game and they were short of numbers, could i help them out. I should take offence at that, but i do like the game and thought i needed the exercise and so off i went.
Like i said before... i am shite at foodball. A fact quickly learned by not only me, but the 7 or 8 others on the pitch that day. Ok, ok, so i got a goal, actually i thought it was pretty good... scored it from a quick cross into the box. AND to add to my stats, on a stint in goals i stopped 3 cannon like shots into the goal in quick succession at the expense of the nerve endings in my right leg and forearm. Still... if you could have seen it.
It rained too, heavily, but we paid for that hour damn it, we're not going to stop. Shame i was the only one there with longer hair. I'd be curious to know what i looked like. All i know is that when i turned my head to follow where the ball was, i got a splash of wet across my forehead, back of my neck, and my cheeks. as well as getting a good lock of hair into my eye. Fun times.
I was gonna type that up last night, but i was on the verge of a coma at that stage!
And now dinner be in the microwave. Well, oven, but they double up as the same thing if you press the right buttons. Actually I'm in the mood for something Pasta-like, but i got fish, so I'm gonna eat fish (and chips, hooray)
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3 comments:
I'll tell you what you looked like there: sexy!!
And if I say it it's because I know it! (no, I wasn't there last night, but.......)
PS. well done with the apples! My mum would be proud of that!
Sexy is what I thought. But none of the other players would agree with my theory!
Well the important thing is that YOU think that, that's how people go on with their goals in life: be yourself and fight for it! ehhe
(also, your girlfriend's opinion about you sexiness is pretty important I think!)
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