Day 30 Chilling ❤❤❤

I have to admit that this morning I am shattered. A very busy and challenging week caught up with me and I had to cancel a few things today. I deliberately had a slow morning with a little bit longer in my meditation time. My walk took me round the Botanic Gardens minus my FitBit. The crocus and snowdrops are peeping up everywhere, it is so nice to see that wee bit of colour.


I admit to a nap when I got back and then dealt with all the stuff I had been avoiding on my TO DO list. 

Determination to get the job done! 

Sunday is going to be a challenging day as I have a lot to do plus fit in my walk. Think I need another nap


Onwards 

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Day 27 Plotting and Challenge ❤❤❤

Up with the very sleepy lark this morning, places to go and people to see. I did treat myself to breakfast at my favourite coffee shop, Gordon Street Coffee. Their Glasgow Roast is just the fuel to get you going. I love sitting in here, especially this morning as the coffee bean roaster was on.


Job done in the City Centre then in for my next coffee at Western Health and Racquets Club’s Members Bar. 


With all this caffeine time to channel into a workout and boy did I push myself. 

Check the Day 27 post on my Facebook page

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Tomorrow, more coffee powered activity and if nothing gets in the way, a workout with GymGuyMark

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Day 26 Tempests ❤❤❤

Well Day 26 was windy, cold and wet! It was one of those days where you just want to stay in bed and do nothing but watch crap TV. Unfortunately I had a list as long as my aching legs so no lazing around!!!! I didn’t even have time for a gym session so instead I walked it from the West End into Glasgow City Centre, in the rain. 

Check my short video here, although I do get the name of the movie wrong 

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Tuesday night is movie night and tonight was the RSC latest production of The Tempest. It is such a strange play but the effects in this production make it rather special. Such a weird experience watching theatre in the cinema, it is great that you can get access to productions that would normally be too far away or too expensive.

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Today was a day full of more preparation and planning, a touch of networking and watching Prospero. I am beginning to factor the balancing of all the elements I wanted to be able to cope with into my day. The key is going to be that when I get back to work that this balance remains. So far it seems to be working but the proof will be in the Optimistic pudding. 

Ohhh pudding!!!!!

Day 24 Inspired ❤❤❤

Sunday, the day of rest! I wish!  

For some foolish reason I decided to get up early and instead of my usual long lie with many mugs of coffee and a good book, I found myself in my gym clothes and out walking. It was not the warmest of mornings but AC/DC in my headphones were working a treat. Now this would not be too bad if my brain had not then decided that I felt good enough to head to the Gym! Optimism on the part of my psyche, methinks???? 

 Well, 2 lots of ten minutes on the treadmill, 20 on the bike then my 10 minute rowing challenge and my psyche was no longer optimistic. Jelly legs and wimpy arms were struggling to even get me back to the Changing Room but after at least two pints of water and a breather, things got better. 

See my Facebook page for today’s short video 

My ten minute rowing challenge results, today on the left 


It was then onto Social Media duty as two of the Junior Tennis groups at the Western  Health and Racquets Club were taking part in workshops with Jeff, agreat sports   psychologist. He got the guys to think about how negative thoughts affect their tennis game and their lives in general. Sitting listening to the enthusiasm of the groups was inspiring and I have to say it made me think about a lot of negative thinking that I do. The groups had some great ideas and their feedback at the end was encouraging. 


Today was definitely inspiring and full of thinking. As we go into Week 5, I can honestly say there is a difference. The physical signs will come but the mental strength is already there. 

Look out Week 5!

2015: the year I revolted!

When you read all the health advice for someone of my age, it is all cut down on stress, watch what you eat, don’t drink to excess and exercise. I realised the other day that in 2015 I revolted against most of this. I think I saw the inside of the gym only a handful of times, healthy eating; eh no, and stress, well lets just say at times it was off the radar. So I guess that makes me a lifestyle revolutionary, waving the flag for all the wrong reasons but if you were to questions my principles, I can give you a damn good excuse for each and every time!

I wonder if this revolutionary spirit in me is a mid life crisis! It is like the driver who knows it should be the sensible Ford but that sporty little roadster yells Vive La Revolution! If it is not the old oh my God I am in my fifties crisis, is it just sheer laziness? Was it that in 2015 I could just not be bothered and my hormones, agreeing with this theory, shut down and let me do whatever the hell I wanted. Or perhaps it was because I realised that there were other things in my life that needed a barrier built in order for me to be able to cope, and that when the time comes for it to fall all these other non revolutionary ideas will come into play. In 2015 I had to cope with making huge changes in my life, they were long overdue and ranged from professional to personal to financial. Change can be exhausting, emotionally and mentally so perhaps the physical side of things had to put on the back burner till my head had cleared and I could see my revolutionary vision clearly.

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So 2016? Do I wave the flag high and continue of my policies of eating chocolate and hitting the gin bottle to revolutionary excess? Well perhaps my principles need to be refined? A little bit of give and take maybe in order with a continuance of Vive La Revolution but with much more “protesting” in the fresh air, lifting weights and getting the Gin or Gym balance right. It takes great strength in your arms to fly a flag high, so once the steak pie, peas and tatties are all done on New Years Day, the 2016 revolution continues. None of this New Year new start thing, that is total BS and never works, as I said I started revolting in 2015 and I plan to continue in 2016 with slight changes to the propaganda!

Just one further issue to resolve, what is the well dressed revolting 50 year old wearing these days?

Happy New Year all

Geraldine x

 

 

 

Change! Part 4

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This morning I wake up in a different world! Over a week ago I was in the busy, frantic office of investment banking and today I enter the world of the “creative visionaries and digital design specialists” at 29studios

My challenges? To manage the office, to learn what they do, reacquaint myself with a MacBook and embrace a brand new culture and way of working. All of which I am so looking forward to!

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When you make any change to your life you cause a whole heap of ripples in the pond. It often does not just affect you, those around you have to embrace it as well. Whether it is the fact that you keep grinning like an idiot because you have got your dream job or that your hours change and adjustments need to be made, the effect is felt by others. I didn’t realise the effect my making a change would have on others who read my Blog or follow my Gin or Gym Facebook page  A few have asked why I made this change and as I said previously, some of the reasons are personal and not for publication (none related to my previous employer) but if I am honest there are some main ones …

  1. A friend said to me one day that if she could she would employ me because of the skills I had. I asked her what they were and she listed off abilities I never even thought of.
  2. I have so many great influences in my life, friends who stand up for their political beliefs, family members who are battling cancer, and others who are so true to what they want to do, they set up their own companies
  3. I know a few young people who set themselves a goal and reached for it under tremendous pressure

 

I looked at all these influences and thought what can I take from each of these and move forward, cause the pond to ripple and see whether I can swim.  Well today I am diving in at 9am on my first day, not in a new job but in a new chapter with the #29ERs, I have met the team and spent time in the office and cannot wait to get started.

So it maybe a new chapter with a new haircut and a new MacBook but this is the real me and #IlovewhatIamdoing

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Change! Part 2

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The one problem with making any big change is doubt, that silly little niggle that starts at the back of your head and will not go away. Small things can very quickly escalate into huge fears and worries and the spiral into heightened anxiety can shift up a gear and speed towards the danger zone.

How do you stop that from happening?

  • Self belief, remember where the courage came from to make that decision and why!
  • Focus on you, on your reasons good or bad and use them to point you in the right direction.
  • Talk to those you trust, family and friends who really know you and can be honest with you.The number of friends and colleagues who noticed a difference in me was phenomenal.
  • I ditched the pros and cons and instead used mind mapping and a few other methods to point me in the right direction. I found pro and cons lists too negative.
  • Make up an alternative CV, list your life skills and use your hobbies etc to pinpoint what you enjoy. This really helped me to focus on a few things I had forgotten about.

Very simple but useful little steps!

One other thing, be grateful for where you are leaving, bitterness can sour the process of finding something new. Even if you are leaving for negative reasons, there will be learning points you can take away with you. Everything we go through in life teaches us and becomes an experience, good or bad.

So I finally said goodbye to colleagues and friends I had worked with for over 12 years, it was tough. I think I cried my way through most of my last day. It was a day full of affirmations and memories and may tissues. I leave with some very nice gifts as well as a cracking wee night out.

Thank you to everyone who has supported me at Morgan Stanley for the last 12 years, it has been a blast.

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Change! Part 1

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Change! A word that scares many of us to heck and back!

Why?

Is it because we like being comfortable in an environment that is familiar or is it because we don’t like new faces? Perhaps the reason is that even if it is dangerous, we know what to expect from wherever we have lain our hat! Whatever the excuse, I mean reason, a lot of us just will not change what we perceive to be security. Very often it takes drastic action on the part of karma/Jesus/Universe (delete as appropriate) to make us shift our butts and make it happen or accept that Mr Inevitability is calling. I have struggled to cope with change in the past and it has lead to huge anxiety issues, however one Friday in July I took the matter into my own hands, put on my big girl pants and made it happen. I made change happen and I did it without a safety net!

Why?

It was time, after 12 years of working in the same environment for a large company with good benefits, I jumped out of the plane. There are lots of reasons why, many too personal, but lets just say my universes all collided and karma put my brain into the right place to cope. I had no job to go to, was facing the possibility of having to give up a lot and move flat but when I sat down and weighed it all up, I realised that the tiny list of pros, for leaving, was far greater than the huge list of cons, for staying. At the tender age of 52 it was time to dip my toe into the pool of the job hunter, but the big question was do I stay in my financial services comfort zone and stay in the shallow end or do I climb to the top board and jump off into the unknown?

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The next few days were difficult and at times stressful but I had this overwhelming feeling that I had done the right thing. And when people started remarking on the fact that I was grinning like a cheshire cat constantly, I gave myself a huge pat on the back.

Why?

Because I had known for a long time that things needed to change and finally I found the courage to make it happen!

Part 2 to come

Back in the Saddle Again: The Return to the Western Gym!

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I watched an old cowboy film the other day because it was one of those “I need to switch off and just chill” time. In the middle of the film there was the classic gunfight, the villain at one end of the street, and the sheriff at the other. As they walked towards each other the music started to build then suddenly they both reached for their guns and silence as a shot rang out and the villain fell. The sheriff had only wounded him and as he helped him up, he did that classic good guy thing of “let’s get you cleaned up and start a new life” speech. The scene came back to mind as I sat opposite the Doc waiting on my blood pressure being taken the other day. I felt like I was sitting in the OK Corral waiting on the gunfight to start and had to stop myself from saying “Ok, give it to me straight, am I dying Doc????”. But instead all I got was a shake of the head and  sigh. I already knew what was wrong, months of dealing with anxiety and depression, crap eating, medication and generally not looking after myself physically meant that all the hard work that had gone on before had been shot in the foot and left under a burning hot desert sun aka a rainy day in Glasgow to gain weight and head back to Unfitville!

How do you get back in that saddle again especially after you have fallen off many times before? Part of my problem was that my self confidence was shot to bits, I had allowed myself to believe that going to the gym really did not matter and that I would be able to cope and motivate myself to sort myself out. But what I had forgotten is that I am a recovering gymophobe and any excuse to duck out of exercise will be grabbed with both hands. As I have blogged about before, this is where the 5×50 challenge has really helped, the 30 minutes a day I hav to fit in made me feel so much better and of course after my Big Night Out I had, in my hungover state, told GymGuyMark I would be back.

So I found myself back at the Western Health and Racquets Club gym saying the immortal words to GGM, let just see what I can do! What I had forgotten was that since my last visit, the Western gym has been transformed with lots of new torture, I mean gym equipment and after a quick warm up on the treadmill, I was introduced to TRX and all the agony these innocuous looking bands bring.

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Very simple says GGM, grab onto the handles and lean back, then pull yourself up ( that is the simple version)! I have to say that after 5 reps I started having flashbacks to my first gym visit. My arms were giving me severe attitude and my brain was helping them. There was no mind over matter going on, the whole lot was working in sync and they were all desperately trying to get me to let go of the bands and fall on my backside. I am not even going to start on the squat exercise, my thighs are still not talking to me!

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Next the tubes of death or whatever they are called! GGM makes it all sound so simple. “Keep your bottom half ridged and using your waist, swing the tube up and over my arm”. “Can I whack you with this?” says I, “you can try” says he!!!!!! About six swings in I knew what he meant. These tubes of plastic are heavy little bu**ers! My shoulders and tops of my arms were now numb and I was in severe danger of never being able to lift a glass of gin again. I was starting to get into a very negative frame of mind, despite GGM’s awesome banter, and when those hateful words sit ups were mentioned I am afraid that was it for me. To be serious for second, the meds had started to kick in to try and calm the adrenalin down and it was not a pleasant feeling. GGM did not let me off though, after a one minute rest the TRX bands were back out. Again with “all you have to do is” start to the sentence, I had to hold on to the handles, lean forward and lift myself up and down. Now I have a terrible fear of falling forward, not off high buildings or anything but tripping up or being pushed. The reason why is not for on here but let me just say that this exercise took me far beyond my comfort zone and into outer space. But despite the fact that my entire body including my lungs were trying to escape my skin and run, well hobble, away little Miss Determination appeared and in spite of the horrendous images in my head, I managed to do the 2 sets of 15 reps. If I got nothing else from today, this was a huge victory.

So it was over, my first proper exercise session in over six months was done, and so was I. The last exercise had taken so much out of me, even the thought of kicking the saloon doors open for a shot of gin to recover was not appealing, I escaped and headed for them thar hills!

Skipping, yeh right, forward to today(Sunday) and my entire body is almost back to normal. I can sit up without making the oyah sound and I can finally feel my thighs and legs again. I have to say a huge thank you to GGM for getting me through the seven different exercises, I was by no means magnificent (get it) but apparently I am on my way back to awesomeness. I guess like the improvements going on at the Western Gym, we are both being remodelled to become new and improved.

Yeeeehaaaaa !!!!!!

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