Anytime Fitness 8- Week Challenge

Week One

As for first weeks go; starting the fitness challenge wasn’t not the hard part. In fact the workouts were rather simple for me. just over half of the workouts for the challenge this week I could not do and one of them has resulted in another strain on my injured shoulder.

It’s not all that bad though as what I cannot do I can still learn how to do those exercises and help others with their form. If anything I am finding this experience to be well worth paying for and also I’ll gain a lot of knowledge alongside the health gains as advertised.


The Club Manager/Personal Trainer

Now I am going to be talking a lot about this individual as they are the real hero. The one who is putting in the real hard work.

They organises the weekly programs, takes the weekly personal training sessions and runs the boot camps every Saturday. On top of that they also run a business with only their second in command to rely on.

All the while they are also running three night classes per week and taking personal training sessions with other members who are not participating in the challenge.

When this is all over all of their drinks will be on me. Flowers too. Maybe even Fireworks….



The Struggle of Quitting

At some point in our lives we will have developed an addiction, know/n someone with an addiction and have helped them overcome their addiction.

I have had a addiction and I could definitely say that I do still have an addiction.

Now my addiction is not smoking or drugs but video games. Video game addiction is a real thing and I have been fighting it since my late teens. Instead of doing my homework I would jump on the PC and play at least three hours of Age of Empires, then after dinner spend more time on Call of Duty or even more Age of Empires.

My addiction to games, particularly Age of Empires led to sessions where I played for nine to ten hours straight; without breaks. Playing from the early morning to the late evening.

My behaviour patterns changed alongside my mood and attitude. I found myself drawn to wards electronic entertainment as if I needed it. That if I did not get my fill for the day I could not function at peak capacity; that I would starve, not sleep. But the reality was that my gaming was leading me not to sleep, not to eat or drink; and when I did eat and did drink I would eat all that was bad for me.

Litres of soft drink and kilograms of potato chips, alongside massive amounts of chocolate. My brain was constantly active during sessions and when I did sleep and had a really deep sleep was due to absolute exhaustion. Unhealthy eating and living led to illnesses galore.

videogame addiction

I started on the path to get better as my doctor informed me that without change I was looking at health problems before I reached twenty five. I would like to believe that I am better. I still play video games but no longer to the extent that I would waste entire weekends or holidays.

Quitting can be quite tough. Smoking is one of the most common addictions people can have and quitting is incredibly hard. The nicotine in cigarettes and other smoking implements are the addictive element. The damage done to your body is through the chemicals you inhale and your body absorbs from inhaling the smoke.

I won’t go into the exact details  but when I was informed to change my lifestyle I was told that I could suffer diseases and ailments that smokers would later suffer thanks to their habit. I had lost loved ones to smoking and even having family who kicked the habit only after suffering the ill effects; effects to this day they pay for.


Quitting out right is almost impossible. Cold turkey does work but for most it will only lead relapse. I tried cold turkey to solve my addiction and it failed thanks to an afternoon with nothing to do. So instead I tried cutting down the amount of hours I played each fortnight, then each week, until finally each day.

Reading this it may sound easy but it was not. Each comma marks a space of several months; even a full year. It was incredibly difficult to do. Going through this I would like to help people overcome their addictions if and when I can. Sure video game addiction doesn’t sound as bad as smoking but they are both addictions and have great impacts on your life and the people around you.


Whenever I see a packet of cigarettes or someone smoking I just picture them in hospital asleep as dozens of machines beep, whizz and whirr as they try to keep them alive. That is an image I saw when I was younger and I have never forgotten that.

After that appointment with the doctor I to thought about that image, what it would be like for my family and loved ones if I let my addiction consume me.


Smoker or gamer doesn’t matter what matters is your life and health and living it to the full. You don’t have to take drastic measures and become overwhelmed. Just make small changes. Aim to not game for one day of the week. Then make it two and etc…

Same with smoking. two packets a day? Aim for one packet, then half… It takes multiple attempts to quit something you having been doing for such a long time and I understand how hard it is to change.

But the change is worth it and the only times I have looked back is to see just how far I have come; also to show others my progress. So they know that it is possible.


If there is one thing you should know is that fully quitting takes time and lots of it. But on those day when you feel like just smoking a packet or two or playing the day away; just know that you are not failing you are progressing and that there are people always willing to help you the whole way.



Grand Final Season

The Time has come once again for footy fans young and old to converge in front of the TV to watch the two opposing sides of the football duke it out for victory for the year.

Right now the Australian Football League Grand Final is on; and shall wrap up for the year soon.

The televised broadcast started in the late morning with kick off starting at two in the afternoon. By now the barbecued meats, whose scent wafted through the air on this Saturday are now in the bellies of football fans and viewers across Australia and they sit with beer in hand for the game to begin.

The two teams Playing each other were the West Coast Eagles and the Collingwood Magpies.

Unlike the many who are/ have watched the football I did not take part in the fun. (Unless you count yelling out sarcastic comments when ever the residents here called foul)

I have the view that the football is only great when you are there at the stadium; when you cheer, you are one voice in a roar. When you curse the referee, the ball, the game the opposition then you are one of many voices. Unless of course you’re seated with the fans of the opposing team and your basically yelling at a brick wall in a lion’s den.


After this grand final there is only one more to go before I have a week or so without any sport and then the Cricket begins.

Panic Attacks:

The following is a description of one of my panic attacks; one that I suffered before writing this post.

Once again I am ill but now it is my mental health that has become weakened; not that of my physical.

The time is ten minutes past three, the afternoon slowly becoming twilight. After realising the horrifying truth that I am indeed unwell once again as I took a tumble with the result of said tumble came to be a severe panic attack One the way down I struck my head against the desk that I now sit behind typing the account of a panic attack.

The experience was surreal like your worst nightmare was with you now, the subject of your fear taunting you; an invisible spectre only you can see.

I felt like all the oxygen in the room was being sucked out, I felt as if a dark shadow had blanketed me with cold chills coursing through my body.  My heart beating like the thundering hooves of racing horses; sweat tearing off of me as if I spent an hour running.

My body shaking, clenched fists and open palms smacking into my face, hard enough to knock my glasses off.

Then as soon as it had started it was over. Checking my the time I found that only two minutes had passed; despite feeling as if the agony was endless.


I have noticed changes over the past month and a half. Is it because of the period where I received little to know support? Stress caused by a lack of employment? Physical health issues that have not been detected?


I notice a dark shadow that follows me. It is shrouded in black mist, but when it is close it is muscles upon muscles. What am I seeing?


What is happening to me?





Fortnite Battle Royale

Over the past two weeks I have been ill with the flu. That has left me cooped up at home with nothing much to do apart from getting better. During this time I downloaded Fortnite Battle Royale; a game that many seem to be talking about and something that I had not played.

Please don’t crucify me when I say I have not watched Game of Thrones yet and since I am missing out on topic in conversations I thought it’d be a good idea to play them gaming world phenomenon that is Fortnite Battle Royale.


The premise of Fortnite Battle Royale is that a hundred players are dropped into an arena were they fight to the death. The arena’s size shrinks as the match goes on, forcing players into a smaller play area. Those caught outside are dead. Those who live have to survive to the end.


It started pretty simple and it took me several matches to be able to learn how everything works. My view of the game is that it is the cartoonish, colourful, non gory version of the Hunger Games. Sadly most of my team mates opted to leave me to my own devices upon realizing how noob I was at the game.

On my fourth match I came second thanks to sheer dumb luck. I had collected enough resources to build a very strong bunker. One that I built in the area that the game area shrunk down to. I was killed however has my bunker was destroyed with me inside of it.


They way I play games is that of a turtle. Someone who secures an area then sticks to that one area. If need be I’ll move around and during First Person Shooters (FPSs) I’ll try to secure the entire map. Fortnite doesn’t allow for a turtle to do much turtling. Often when I would resort to hiding in my shell as a defence measure I would get burned out or blown out, depending how hungry the enemy was for my loot of common rifles and pistols.


Now that I have played it and can now engage with those who talk about Fortnite Battle Royale I can say that I probably won’t play it again.

The reason for this is simple. I’ve just kicked an addiction; I don’t want it back.

Months worth Ramble

I’ve just realised that it is August.

I have been looking for other support workers and have decided to have a team of many rather than just one. Despite, yes the pain of no longer working with someone I have learned and been taught and having a larger team at my disposal will be good for me in the long run.


I also have learned that I need to focus on me and what I want and to stop buckling under the pressure of others needs and wants at the expense of my own. Now I’m not going to completely selfish but just for once I’ll plan the social interaction, I’ll choose whether or not I want to walk tall, run fast or simply sit.


I have also entered fully into the dating game.

Online dating to be precise
Star Wars 1

Why do people say that when I tell them?


So far I have been cat fished by two supposed women, declined several ‘casual encounter’ offers and gotten into a debate with a Trans woman on what would win the Constitution class USS Enterprise or Imperial II- class Star Destroyer.

Star Destroyer wins by the way. An exploration ship vs a warship. And if it was commanded by Captain James T. Kirk the Empire would still rule the day with a resounding victory.

TIE fighters are the key to success.

Oh I’m rambling on about the battle. I’m pretty sure that if I gave in a let them win with a victory to Starfleet then we could have developed something but…

….I am loyal to the Empire


Friendships Light

I have been thinking of friendship for the past few weeks. Trying to figure out my friendship was very difficult and with some expert help I managed to work it out and I believe that I have one true best friend and no it is not Star Wars or a Tank.

When I mean one true best friend it’s not something that is ultimate and limited to one person. It’s just that out of all the people who I talk to, encounter and interact with in my life these select few who I don’t see as cherished acquaintances are friends.

I have many friends and sadly I may not meet them ever again; despite my desire not to forget them that is something that has happened.


I have decided however to not worry about the if but focus on the now.

So much so that one of my friends fell ill and for one full day I was immensely worried for them and absolutely sad because they were in pain and I couldn’t do anything for them.

Until I do see them again I am going to be permanently worried; and when I do see them again I’ll give them the biggest hug ever and a bouquet of flowers.



Happier Times

It’s almost midnight as I am writing this after a long day; a day which I have learnt new things, discovered new wonders and found new boundaries. All day today I spent with my support worker and we travelled the whole of this territory that we both reside in. From all the way south to far north, across breadth and finally back down below.


I’ve come to an understanding that I don’t need many friends to be happy, just a small few of good, honest and caring people; whom I shall, respect, cherish, love and remain every loyal and faithful to. It does depress me sometimes when I dwell on the past, remember the many regrets but the bonds I am making and have made are those that last forever; even if we won’t see each other again.


I have now poured and set the concrete that is to be the foundation of the rest of my life. Not one built upon loneliness and self-doubt, but one built and love, trust and friendship. I have cleared my gaming console’s game data. Nothing left.

I’m going to spend my weekend at the gym, writing and practicing my coordination and balance.




Soap Box

During my hiatus I have been thinking about my blog and why I write. I am, by profession a writer and I use this blog to improve and constantly train myself in writing; much like how one goes to the gym to workout, this blog is enhancing, improving and working on my ability as a writer.


But what about content? That is something that I have read my past posts are quite random or have very random things in them. So I concluded that this blog is my ‘Soap Box’; a place were I stand upon it and speak to the world about the variety of randomness, whacky and interesting things that happen. Also a place were I can share my nerdy life without the need to upload pictures of myself in various poses; Instagram and Snapchat being among the most popular.

All original content.

Also I am a private person and I actively avoid posting images of myself, with the occasional profile picture being the online time I break this rule.



Now I shall stand upon my box and ramble on.

I read a news article and shared a post on my Facebook page about the bullying of actress Kelly Marie Tran by cyber bullies and online trolls. I find it so shocking that people are that. The behaviour of the trolls that forced Miss Tran off of Instagram doesn’t belong in proper society, or at the very least adult society.

I would expect that sort of behaviour from teenagers in school, not adults and also finding out that some of these trolls are Star Wars fans is just not on. As a Star Wars fan I am ashamed my the behaviour and actions of these people.

I absolutely loved a Rose Tico as a Star Wars character and can’t wait to see her in Episode IX.

Why all the hate?