I kinda realised that the last post didn’t really address the stuff I wanted it to, so the title doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. I had planned to do something about that before now, but I I got distracted by shiny stuff on the computer over the weekend, and then I had actual work to do at work today which kept me busy, so I didn’t get chance during the day, so I only got around to typing this up this evening.
My typical work day…..
Anyway, to carry on from where I left off with the last post, let’s take stock a little…
In terms of occupation, I’m a paramedic for the military, though I don’t actually get hands on with patients anymore as I’m on the training side of things now. I’ve been a soldier for over 20 years now, and for most of that I was an Ops Medic and an NCO. I was commissioned as an officer a few years back though, but I don’t think that’s really sunk in yet, and I still think and speak like the Staff Sergeant I was before I became an officer. Especially the speak part. Which is my way of telling you don’t be surprised by the odd bit of colourful language that might creep its way in here 😉
I live in Pretoria these days, but not by choice as I’m actually a Durban boy. I was transferred up here when I finished my diploma at ‘varsity a few years ago, & sadly it looks like I’ll be stuck here for a while, but I’m working on getting back to Durbs as soon as I can. It’s not so much as there’s something wrong with Pretoria, reeeeeaallly, or the job I’m doing here, but rather that I’m not where I want to be, not with the people I want to be with, and not doing with my career what I’d really like to be doing.
So, I’m pretty much just like everybody else then, I guess.
Other than that, I’m 40, male, and well into the middle-age spread. And that’s a fair chunk of what this I’m planning on doing with this blog, the middle-age spread bit, as it’s way past time I did something about it. I’ll be the first to admit it, that I’m a lazy bastard, and that I hate exercise. It just isn’t fun for me, and I really don’t enjoy it. That endorphin rush that people get from exercise? I don’t get that. I just feel hot, and sweaty, sore, and generally just bloody awful. And that’s when I’m fit, never mind how I feel when I’m in the kind of condition I am now.
I also have the attention span of a 5 year old on amphetamines, so for me to actually start something that doesn’t particularly interest me is already an accomplishment, never mind actually sticking with it. How the hell I passed my exams at ‘varsity I do not know, as I just could not bring myself to learn – talk about the Good L_rd looking out for fools, drunks, and little children……
And so we get to the purpose of this blog.
I want to use this as a way, at least in large part, to keep track of my progress towards trying to get at least a little back into shape and in getting my ass down to a size where it’s not dragging small objects into an orbit by force of gravitation pull. And to not just keep track, but to encourage me to actually do it , and to stick with it.
Feel free to offer hints, tips, suggestions, and encouragement. Or you can laugh at my fumbling efforts, it’s all good 🙂
But in order not to bore people to tears by being one of those one-dimensional progress journal things, I’ll also use this to encourage me to get back into photography again, as a way of making me get the camera out on at least a weekly basis to take some photographs. I’ll also use it to post silly pictures of cats, waffle about arb crap that amuses or interests me, and to kvetch about work, family, getting old, how Kate Beckinsale stood me up again this last weekend, and that kind of thing. Just to change things up from time to time and so on, and keep it fresh.
Anyway, that’s probably enough exposition and background for now, so I’ll end off here. Till next time then, when we’ll get started on Operation “Let’s Make Ian Less of a Fat Ass”