Before I even say one word, I want to apologise profusely ( I hate that word, btw), for neglecting my blog for this long. I don’t know what is wrong with me! I keep saying I will update… I will update… until the clock strikes midnight and another day dawns and then I realise its too late, and I promise myself that I will update tommorow…. and then the cycle re-invents itself…. until a month passes. I should hide my head under my desk.
I owe all of you an apology. Una no vex. How have you all been? I have missed y’all so much.
So whats been happening with me? Nothing much, I have been busy with our church magazine, running a series called redemption series (fiction) which has taken a lot of my time and effort. I am considering sharing that series on my blog… let’s see…
I have also been trying to work on the sequel to The Small Print… which I must confess is not going the way I planned. The characters just don’t want to bend to my rules. Especially that stubborn Wale. Apart from that, I have also been assigned a mighty task of mentoring a teenager on writing by Ugo Chime as part of www.sprouters.com website- check it out if you can. So you can imagine.. plus work, marketing the Small Print, being Mrs Chinese eyes and Mama Minibim….*phew*
Oh and I also re-joined the gym. This time around, I did not fly off the treadmill ( for those who remember my bimby goes to gym post from like 2008-on bimbyladsblog).
Infact now, when I am on the treadmill, I squint my eyes and catwalk, you know with that “is this all you gat?” kinda look. I am also doing a lot of crunches and planking. Crunches- I find a bit easier than planking. That planking ehn, the first time I tried it, I almost had a heart attack. And to worsen matters, I had a personal trainer in front of me ( as usual, I had boasted to him that I was a verrry active person, and only re-joined the gym to continue to “keep fit)….So the guy says to me- you know how to plank? I tilt my head and say, ” I do, but remind me.”. So he lies down like he is about to do press-ups, knees on the floor and raises his entire body off the floor- suspended- mid-air. He says, ” Can you do this for 30 seconds?”
I feel insulted. 30 seconds pere? “Aww, c’mon, I say. Of course I can do thirry seconds,” I say, flashing him a dazzling smile. So, while he watches, I adjust my gym gear, lie on the floor and raise myself up. I held myself mid air for two seconds, and a shot of pain travels all over my body, but I bone my face, thinking, “I gat dis.”
Five seconds pass, and I feel my heart boxing my chest. 7 seconds- My head is hot, I think I will faint. But no, I shall not admit defeat. Personal instructor reaches 12 seconds. Chai, you need to have seen me. I puff up my cheeks (sucking in the oxygen I should have been breathing out), widen my eyes and continue holding my self. He has a concerned look as he says, “You can stop now if you want.” I try to shake my head to say no, I can do this, but its too painful so I let out a small whoosh sound with my mouth instead.
By the time he reaches 15 seconds, I collapse, clutching my chest, gasping for air. I almost ask him to call an ambulance. The guy raises his eyebrows and gives me that, “I thought you said you are an active person,” look. I eye him back. Abeggi. Na him sabi. I said I am an active person. Not Usain Bolt.
I have also decided to stop eating red meat. Yes. Chinese eyes will be eating fresh fish as from now on. I hear that red meat reduces life by 14%. Fourteen percent?!! Is that true? Who can verify that? In the mean time, me I shall be eating chicken and fish, thank you very much.
I am also reading a number of interesting books. I will do my next post on that. I am almost promising. Check back in three days.
I have updated you enough. I have to dash to the gym now… *wink*
Have a blessed month…
Remember- Jesus loves you!
This article was written by Abimbola