So, it’s been an interesting month or so since I last wrote anything down and today I felt the desire to right something down or more to the point, have a little rant.
But first, a quick jot down of what’s be happening.
A lot has happened and at the end of it, I’m back working permanently at the delivery company I left last year.
To start with I had to stop covering my friends (arsehole would be a more appropriate term) route because he refused to pay me for the 6 weeks work I did for him.
Excuse after excuse came and then he did a runner and left the company, so I’m left with no choice but to take him to court, which is proving complicated but hopefully fruitful by the end of it.
I worked for another driver for a few weeks to keep some money coming in and then I put myself forward to take over this previous
friends arseholes route and was given it, so I now find myself back where I left off back at the end of July last year, that being working for this delivery company again.
Thinking back to that time last year and reading some of my musings over that period when I left, I seemed to have lost my head a little. Well, a lot.
I started to allow myself to be affected by complainers or what I like to call fucking whingers, people who want the rewards that hard work brings, without actually doing the hard work.
One of the few things I despise in life are people who do nothing but complain about how hard things are. These people never seem to look to improve themselves to overcome obstacles, they just complain about how hard something is and make their lives and others lives more complicated than they need to be.
Thinking about it, I find I come across people like it more and more these days. So many people have gone soft not only in the mind but physically too.
Ooooh I couldn’t possibly lift or move that, I might have to use my muscles and you know break a fucking sweat.
I see so many people who are either obese, unfit, mentally weak or a combination of all three so often these days.
I guess condifence could be an issue. People who are unfit and unhealthy are generally in my opinion, not very confident people.
In my 20+ years of experimenting with my own health and fitness, I can hand on my heart say that only when I have been healthy and fit have I been truly confident.
Not teenage cocky confident. Not egotistical confidence. Just calm, experienced, knowledgeable confidence.
Confidence that comes from putting myself through hard work physically and mentally and realising that it makes me healthy and fit and allows me to be my true self.
I don’t need the latest research papers to tell me that physical fitness and mental fitness are the forbearers of a good life into old age, my own experiences are telling me that.
I’ve read so many things over the years that say a healthy diet is important to a healthy body, but just as much importance should be placed on physical fitness too.
Movement and strength are two vitally important aspects that I feel are too often overlooked when it comes to health as we get older.
It’s no coincidence. I mean what happens when most people get older these days? They stop moving as much and also lose a lot of strength.
Being a delivery driver I come in to contact with a lot of people face to face and on the route I’m on now specifically, I deliver to a fair amount of older people. And one thing sticks out for me. They’re generally all physically unfit and weak.
Ever since I started looking after myself physically, I’ve always said that I want to be still physically fit and strong when I’m old.
In fact, I’ve said and still do say that I never want to technically stop working and retire for want of a better term.
I don’t see myself working in a job particularly when I’m say 70+. But I do see myself being physically active in some way either working on my own bit of land or someone else’s or volunteering on the land … because I want to return to working on the land in the future, but that’s further musings for another day.
In no way shape or form, do I see myself sat in a chair all day in a retirement home, or at my own home, being physically inactive for my remaining days.
Sure if I get a debilitating injury or incurable disease, then so be it, but if I can help it, I’ll still be physically active until the day I die, simply because I take pride in it, why wouldn’t anyone else?
I don’t see being physically fit as being wrong? More so I see being physically unfit as being wrong, not just health wise but mentally too.
Personally, I get bored shitless if I’ve not done anything physically active for more than a few days, let alone months and years on end as a lot of people seem to.
Aaaaanyway, I digress. I wanted to rant, but I’ve gone off on one, where was I?
Ah yes, I had allowed these same moaning whinging arseholes of people to get to me last year and had allowed them to affect my mental abilities.
By this, I mean that I had allowed the things they were moaning about to become my things to moan about. My normal mental toughness had become weakened and I allowed normal trivial things to get to me and this affected my day to day enjoyment of the job and also life in general.
I saw no way out of it other than to leave the job like I did. Although I obviously went back in a slightly different role for a few weeks, I still eventually left for the same reasons.
Looking back now I can see those reasons or obstacles that caused me to leave are actually still present in the job, but now that my normal mental toughness is back, I just let things go and get on with my job.
It’s frustrating not being able to actually talk about all things to do with this delivery job, but the contract I signed states that you are not allowed to post anything online about the contracts or the job itself.
I doubt that anyone from the company would actually read my writing, but in case they do, I don’t want to get myself into any legal troubles haha!
Anyway, enough of that shit. Fucking moaners are a given in today’s gone soft world. And I’m certainly no harper to days gone by, but fuck me people, toughen up and sort shit out rather than moaning about it!
I think it’s time for some meat and rum. No weight lifting today, I’ll save that for tomorrow. Which reminds me, so far it’s been a good start to the year fitness wise. I’m obviously far more active in the delivery driver role and the hours are long, but I’m not letting that stop me from doing some kind of weightlifting in the evenings.
Each weeknight I’m doing one form of movement, from the main lifts, squats, deadlifts, overheads, rows, chins, bench press, weighted push ups etc and only 3 sets of each.
So far it’s working, I’m taking no more than 20 minutes to workout each evening and I can feel my strength returning once again.
It’s tough some nights, having done a 12hr day delivering parcels and then being motivated enough to come home to lift some weights, it is tough, but I’ve been getting straight on it when I walk through the door and it’s soon becoming a habit again.
Anyway, fuck this shit, it’s rum and meat time.
Until next time…