The bank holiday weekend is over and I wish it wasn’t – because the (non bank holiday) ones in the near future are likely to be something of a slog.
Thanks to other commitments I’m going to have less opportunity than usual to do the things I want to do – and in particular this means not being able to see the people that I want to see.
In the past that this has often translated into a danger zone for me when it comes to eating so I’m going to have to be really really committed if I want to keep in target.
I plan to try my best mind you.
If there’s one thing that carried me through the last three years it was my willingness to throw myself into a darn good walk or swim and wear out any my self destructive side before it does too much damage.
My new job (which is once again an office based and seated one) hasn’t managed to completely derail my fitness objectives so far – and although I’ve not managed to force myself out of bed every morning for a swim before work I’ve still managed to keep a good level of exercise going.
Surprisingly (although it feels like I did way less) I covered 65 miles over the last week as well as completing two swims to keep me relatively in the green as far as my stats go.
My activity has still dropped off overall however – which is an irritation.
I miss my freedom and my ability to exercise my ass off whenever I felt like it but I also don’t miss the voice inside my head (that was increasingly self-deprecating) telling me that I should have a job.
Since my position is a temporary one I’m still not sure what the future holds with regards to long term employment, but have (after some in depth chats with my partner in crime) for the first time come to think that there may be a way forward.
Furthermore the way forward doesn’t just potentially improve my future – but has the capability to improve it for both of us.
The next six months will be an exciting time – and I feel that while the next few weeks may be difficult – the future has never been brighter.
The weather was doing it’s best to disagree this weekend at the Leamington 2019 eco-fest where I was foraging with friends for a local honey stall.
I don’t normally buy honey – but this particular variety was something that a friend had tasted once before. They liked it so much that they decided to get some more as soon as possible.
Since it’s not available in the shops the only option is to go and grab some from their pop up stalls whenever they’re in town.
For my part I also bought some rather lovely beeswax hand cream – which was really really nice smelling and also seems to last for ages!
It was a bargain at £2.50 and the lady that sold it seemed absolutely lovely.
She definitely believed in her product – and who can argue? My hands have felt awesome ever since!
I love the vibes of events like this (although I can’t bring myself to pay £5 for a gong shower) and now that the Pump Room Gardens are open again and the bandstand is nearly refurbished the air was filled with chatter and ambient live jazz music.
It made up for the sun disappearing behind some irritatingly persistent cloud – and the day passed by with a lovely vibe and only the slightest spots of rain.
After spending a while here I moved along for a bite to eat on my absolute favourite place to have lunch.
The food here is never less than totally awesome – and it’s somewhere where I often choose totally vegetarian options – mostly because they taste as good (if not better) than the meat alternatives.
They also leave me feeling like I’ve not screwed up anything diet wise.
The colours on the plates also reflect the wonderful tastes that they deliver and things (for once) always taste as good as they look.
In other news (after a rather awful mishap with my electric trimmer two weeks ago) a familiar furry friend is almost back again.
I missed my beard.
I used to have a strained relationship with its presence, despite the fact that many seemed to rather like it.
Originally I grew it not because I particularly wanted one per-se – but because someone long long ago told me they didn’t want me to, so I pushed out an experimental goatee as a ‘screw you’ apostrophe to their departure from my life.
As time went on and I expanded into both sides of the sofa I began to use it to hide my face from the world.
I was convinced it covered my chins and would convince anyone caring to look in my direction that I was healthy and fit.
That may have been at least partially true with regards to my face – but it did very little to hide anything else.
In all of my selfies back then I not only look miserable but I look otherwise totally huge.
Even with impressive plumage it’s hard to engage stealth mode when you’re 35st.
When I shaved it off (half way through my Slimming World journey) practically no-one recognised me.
For a while that was a wonderful feeling. Everyone said I looked lots younger and alone that made me happy.
The truth is though that, like an old friend I rather missed it.
Last winter was harsh and my face wasn’t ready for the cold winds now that my chins were gone.
Thankfully an entrepreneurial (and rather talented) reader made me a Star Wars wind cheater – and for a time all was well.
Oddly when I grew my facial fur back after leaving my last job an unlikely ally for it arrived shortly after.
Despite some original misgivings about beards (and fun poking comments from other nearby quarters regarding hipsters) I noticed that in quieter moments my furry face was being thoughtfully stroked by hands other than my own.
Dogs appear to like it too – and they’re rarely wrong.
So – the beard is back, and this time I think it’s here to stay.
You know what else is back?
The future is coming – and although I don’t know when it’s arriving I’m looking forward to inviting it to hang it’s hat up and join me for a cup of biscuit flavoured tea.