So yesterday was a first for me, after going mental the night before and adding not only additional leg exercises but also throwing in some extra shoudlers just for shits and giggles, I actually woke up full of energy and happy – I know this never happens. I have to point out that when I got to work and changed my mood board to ‘Happy’, Phil (who is 1 foot taller than me) was absolutely disgusted and asked me what has happened as I have changed and that he doesn’t like this new Niki. Don’t panic – because normal service was resumed later on that very day.

So I started off my Happy Thursday on the stairway to heaven and could have quite happily stayed on there for a good hour. Off to work and although traffic was slow and I have to drive like there is some kind of emergency, I was still relatively calm when I got to work and had only sworn a few hundred times. Work passed in the usual manner until it came to me heating up my fourth meal of the day at around 1 o’clock. I mention the time so it can be appreciated that this is a busy period of time for the microwaves at work. The plan was that whilst I was heating my chicken and veg, I would join Phil (who is 1 foot taller than me) in the queue to get the coffees in. As I approached the microwave and opened the door I was presented with the messiest microwave in the world with what looked like 10 milky coffees poured inside it and cooked within and inch of its life. If my reactions had been timed by scientists I would have gone from Happy Niki to the Hulk (according to Phil who I think was exaggerating) in precisely 0.0000001 seconds. I informed the person next to me using one of the other microwaves that some dirty fucking tramp has left the microwave in a total mess and they must live in pure filth to leave work possessions like this. I then stormed up to the cafe staff and asked for a cleaning mechanism to clean up the filth some vile person had left and then cleaned said microwave. Phil (who is 1 foot taller than me) found this completely hilarious as did everyone queuing up for butties.

Back at the gym after work and I had started to calm down after the microwave incident to be presented with what can only be described as an area that represented Beirut. Every single weight that the gym possessed was lying all over the floor, all machines were left stacked up but not a sole was using them. So not only was I still slightly angry from the microwave incident and hungry, but now I had to manoeuvre around all this crap to start my workout. Obviously I explained to one of the staff that I did not appreciate having to workout in a total shit tip and then shouted at some boys to put the weights back and they just ran away! I managed to get in a good back and bicep workout using the rage generated from all these lazy bastards I have to interact with on a daily basis and ended the session on the cross trainer.

After the gym Steph (England’s 4th Strongest woman) and I went to Asda and it was here that we discovered that I am probably consuming enough salt for a small population on a daily basis. This is probably one of the reasons why the scales aren’t moving. So no salt for me! I did have a little tantrum in aisle 8 as I love salt, but Steph (Englands’s 4th Strongest woman) told me to man up and stop whinging.

Back home and the usual performance of prepping food and packing bags for the next day was completed and off to bed I went. At 2:45am I am woken by some unruly youths having a very exciting conversation on my street. So out I go still half asleep in my Cookie Monster pj bottoms, Marvel superheros top and unicorn slippers and ask them to be quiet. I think the sight of me scared them into being silent, but could I get to sleep, could I buggery. So Friday is going to be an interesting day.

Unfortunately I do not have any new Facebook ‘Friend’ messages of the day so need to sort it out. Fingers crossed some crazy messages are received soon.