It’s 12pm, you’ve reached the point of the night where you have to decide how your night is going to end. Do you stick to your one pitcher then call it a night, or do you commit your undivided attention/money/dignity and finish the night with a bang (or a tactical chunder in the spoon toilets – don’t judge me, we’ve all been there right?). Ultimately for me, there’s no real question, go hard or go home, right? All memories of previous experiences fly out the window and you focus on having a good time. Fast forward 10 hours later and your hangover is born. Nothing can prepare you for the headaches, 3 hours naps and inevitable alcohol shakes that will plague you for the whole day.
You start off waking up, convincing yourself that you’ve managed to avoid a hangover. You smugly get out of bed mid afternoon, unsure whether to make yourself breakfast or lunch or something unnaturally in-between. Looking in the mirror you realise you’re wearing last nights makeup and you’ve worn leggings to bed. To your horror you realise you spent way too much on your debit card, smashed your phone on your way home and lost you Mac lipstick, but it was a good night, right?
Come 2pm and you start to feel a nap coming on, but it’s fine, you’re not hungover, just tired right? You start to realise the thirst you’ve had, since waking up with a mouth like Ghandi’s flip flop, is not going to be solved by any amount of water or coffee. If you can muster up the strength to leave your bed to make some snacks, whether it be chicken nuggets or pizza, at least you’ve achieved that right?
By 4pm it’s time to admit it outloud, you are hungover and not just really tired. God forbid if you have to go outside and face the real world- for those who managed to do so still hanging out their arse, I salute you. 3/4 films later and you have to admit that you’ve had a wasted day and begin to question whether the 3 for £5 jager bombs were worth it (FYI they weren’t).
Surprisingly, at about 8pm you suddenly feel like a new person with lots of energy….you’ve made it through the hangover. You may actually attempt to redeem your unproductive day by doing some work but at this point you may as well just accept that you’ve sacrificed your day to the sesh. It’s been a long hard day of hangoverness but lets face it, you have to prepare for it all again the same time next week.
a hungover tamsin x
For those of you who know me or have read my I’m Not Fat blog post you’d know I am a massive novice at this “gym” thing. I joined in September but have been working a lot harder more recently as I prepare for my 7 day hike
hahahaha help me along the Great Wall of China, plus i love the general satisfaction in trying to look and feel fab. My relationship with the gym has been as on and off as Robin and Ted from How I Met Your Mother (PS NO SPOILERS I’M ON THE LAST SERIES), but I finally am getting in the rhythm of things, with lots of help from my sporty house mates (shout out to Ben, Grandad and Chris!) and the lovely gym, Fit4less in Hatfield (best staff around!). There are many things I have learnt along the way, here are a few:
- Gym clothes are hella cute. As my weekly attendance at the gym increases , so does my cute gym attire collection (naturally) and living next to a Nike Outlet store really isn’t helping. I mean, 6 different coloured sports bras (with matching leggings) are a NECESSITY, right?
- It doesn’t matter how silly you look in the gym (there’s probably someone looking sillier). I have experienced falling off the treadmill…I was mortified but then I looked around and nobody had even noticed.
- Not only is it physically rewarding, but the Bounts app that I have recently found, gives you points for checking in at the gym and when you complete a certain amount of steps/ exercises a day. Points means prizes (in the form of high street vouchers) and I am a sucker for free stuff. Another gym trip anyone?
- Quality over quantity. Over the past few weeks I have had to learn a lot of things, particularly for things like squatting (there’s a lot more to it than you think)- back position , leg
angels angles, not everybody gets it right. In fact, a lot of the big bulky scary men you may see in gym probably haven’t perfected some of the techniques and may be putting unnecessary strain on other parts of the body. Knowing that you are using your body properly, even if it isn’t the deepest/fastest/strongest, is important.
- Nobody has to know what your motivation music consists of. My power playlist consists of some classic Kesha, Bon Jovi and the Pussycat dolls. Just remember to resist singing out loud.
- Selfies to track your progress are great for motivation but maybe when you get home. There is nothing more awkward than spotting someone taking selfies in the gym mirrors.
- You will hurt. The day after leg day, you WILL walk like a duck.. but in a good way. Pain in muscles is a sign you’ve worked hard, even if you do have to take
three a single day rest day afterwards.
- The world of fitness nutrition is massive and expensive, if you want to try things like Pre-work outs, or Protein shakes, do your research, there a lot of factors to consider such as when they should be consumed and their different affects. My overall opinion is that they all taste like dirt but can be helpful in helping to reach a goal.
- There is nothing worse than someone who cannot attend the gym without letting people know about it, work hard for yourself not your
5,000 500 Instagram followers. Plus seeing other people and their fab abs makes me insanely jealous , please stop and post some potato-resembling photos like the rest of us, thanks.
What’s your fitness faux pas?