Went for a wander here this afternoon. I love when I am lucky enough to work near it on a Friday and can wander through on a lunch time. Got a little present for Mr Y in E while I was there. As I do not partake in the fattening goods it brings me pleasure to know someone I love will be enjoying them.
To occupy my mind from the stop smoking project due to start tomorrow I pulled out all of our paper bills from the accordion file put them all in month order and shoved them in a huge folder marked 2008 to be shoved under the bed with 2005-2007. I then proceeded to shred a 6 inch pile of papers we no longer needed with a hand cranked paper shredder (beggars can't be choosers it was free). With about 1/2 and inch left to go my husband who had been sitting across the room turned and said "should have left them for me to do tomorrow when I am off". Well it is a little late now and I am almost done. I have also managed to stave off a panic attack for the two hours I have been working on this project so maybe a sore right arm is worth is.
I have found using music to influence my moods to be very helpful. 10 min from getting into London I change my ipod to a play list of Dave Mathews Satellite and close my eyes and wonder through a Sunflower meadow to find my center. Then I move on to Alphaville's Forever Young to get my feet tapping for the walk to work. By the time the train has pulled in I have made it to Queen's Under Pressure which I found had the perfect beat to make me walk at a good heart rate for burning calories, I leave this on repeat for the walk to work. Some times I switch between the live version and the recorded version. Before you ask me which live version as there are many here is my answer. I have no idea, the one Mr. Y in E put on my i pod. Ask him. For the walk from work to the train station I listen to Queens Radio Ga Ga again a good beat to keep me walking at a good pace. For the ride home something soothing to get rid of any work tension usually David Gray's greatest hits. I listened to this album over and over and over again on the 10 hour flight home while the baby in the seat ahead of me screamed for 75% of the time. I credit it for me not jumping over the seat and snapping the babies neck.