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Flabelos machines – or, as I like to call them, wobble boards.

vibrating plate

Hello fellow bloggers and guests. It’s Friday and I would like to share my thoughts with you all.

I’ve recently started to use a Flabelos machine, here in Plymouth, and what an experience it is too.

For those of you who haven’t a clue as to what one of these machines are, then let me explain. The base is a vibrating plate so when you stand on it your whole body wobbles. It’s a bit like sitting on an over balanced washing machine during the spin cycle. It seems to bounce all over the place whilst making you jiggle about. The Flabelos doesn’t bounce around though; it stays where you put it. You have to hold onto the handlebars if, like me, you’re too scared to let go. There are three programmes on the one I use but I’ve only tried programme 2 so far.

The wobbling starts off at a gentle pace, (well I lie, it’s not gentle it’s just as slow as it can be.) this lasts for two minutes and then the motions move up a gear. At this point you tell yourself that it can’t get any worse so you adjust your balance accordingly. After a further two minutes the tempo shoots up to an unbearable high but still you hang in there. You have no choice, (although you could press the stop button if you really couldn’t bear it.) I persevere because the programme lasts for ten minutes in total and I like to see things through. Once eight minutes have elapsed, the machine slows down until it finally stops, leaving you feeling rejuvenated. (I lie again, it’s more a case of feeling sweaty, wobbly and unsteady on your feet.)

I always wonder, whilst I’m on the Flabelos, what I look like to people the other side of the flimsy curtain. In my head I look like Beyonce shaking her bottom whilst singing ‘Crazy In Love‘ but strange things happen ‘in MY head’ so I’m guessing that I look nothing like that.

I’ve been on the machine three times this week in an attempt to drop a dress size. (The claim on the board outside the shop said I could drop a dress size in 3 weeks.) I can honestly say that, yes the experience is strange at first but once you’ve done it a few times you do get used the feeling. I will even say that I enjoy it in a strange way.  

Incidentally, when I went on the machine today it started banging as it moved which alerted the lovely lady who works in the shop to come over and check it out. I told her it felt like I was on Torpoint Ferry, (A ferry boat pulled by chains from Plymouth to Torpoint that makes the same chugging noise.) She laughed and said that that’s exactly how it sounded.  

Well, just to let you know that next week will be my third week so, once I’ve measured myself, I will let you know if the claim was accurate. I do feel like something has shifted.

Check out Flabelos for yourselves and see. 

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Is Road Rage necessary?

I’d like to think that I am a patient person. In fact, for most of the time. I am. I am fairly laid back in my everyday life with everything considered and I rarely lose my temper. I’ve always been like that.

On the whole, I’m the same when I am driving. I tend to be pretty boring when it comes to being in the driving seat, by that I mean I stick to the speed limit and try not to jump a red light. 

For some people though, adhering to the speed limit is a crime to mankind. I mean, what on earth do I think I’m doing sticking to a 30mph when I could put my foot down and go at least 10mph faster? I could get to the next set of traffic lights a lot quicker if I did. Well silly me. I didn’t realise getting from ‘a’ to ‘b’ a few seconds quicker was that important. (It isn’t to me.)

What is important to me though is doing it more safely. Now I said I was a patient person (I am) but what does make me lose my patience is some ‘jumped up’, ‘arrogant’, ‘fat headed’, ‘chauvinistic’, ‘idiotic‘, ‘stupid’, ‘horn sounding’ person. I hate them. What gives them the right to keep sounding their horn like Noddy on a Merry-go-round? If they don’t do that they drive up so close you can see the pores/hairs on their red faced skin and continually flash their headlights in a way of intimidating me to push the accelerator a little harder.

Well, listen to me Mr/Mrs/Miss Haste Bag, I won’t fall for it. I don’t stand for that kind of behaviour. At least not while I’m in my lovely, safe environment where I have the strength to stand up to ‘The Hulk‘. Oh no. No what I do when that happens to me is the opposite just to annoy the idiot behind. I stay at the intended speed more as  ‘making a stand’  against the bully. 

Oh yes, they can swear as much as they want and call me whatever they want because I am not moving any quicker. Do you know what? That makes me feel so powerful knowing that the ‘fat head’ won’t beat me. (Well not until they find a chance to overtake me.)

When they do overtake I’d like to think I will be ready with that look of disgust or that nod of the head that says, ‘idiot’ or a hand gesture to really tell them who’s boss. 

So, why can’t I? I mean, I can manage the nod of the head and I can give them that ‘you are a complete and utter idiot’ look but when it comes to  displaying a middle finger or, maybe, the two fingers or even the hand gesture which I would never do (I have a friend who does and I find it too unladylike for me), my attempts never work.

I’ve tried, believe me I have but all I can manage is either a baby finger or a thumb which, actually, is a good idea (I’ve found out) beacuse it confuses the hell out of them…

So, I don’t think road rage is necessary. Do you?

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