After nineteen years of pioneering the sedentary lifestyle and leading mankind into greater depths (of pringle cans), somehow I've become addicted to exercise. First came the testing of a running iPhone app. Then I signed up for a gym membership with the idea of half-heartedly picking up a few heavy metal things and dropping them to the floor while furtively glancing around and hoping nobody was judging. Now I sport my own fledgling biceps (which I happily flex in any reflective surface) and have become the very thing I once turned my nose at - the male friends around me who existed only in a universe made of protein and power-lifting. It's still strange to me that my version of fun is now pushing, pulling and throwing weights around while grunting and sweating.
Vest and Playsuit: Taobao
Watch: Michael Kors via Status Accessories
Another unexpected hobby I have picked up during my absence the online fashion world: homewares. A $20 second-hand lamp from Gumtree has nipped any fleeting unhappiness in the bud. I feel a strange contentedness as I sit on my bedroom floor (still don't have a chair or a functioning table - haven't changed a bit) and am caressed by the warm light that my lamp glows. Similar feelings were provoked by today's purchase of a grill pan. I just read the past two paragraphs and am slightly confused as to why I am even publishing this on the internet.