Didn't sleep well last night. Just discovered that I lean towards sleeping on the left hand side of my face, the side I had the wisdom tooth removed from. No bleeding since I left the dentist, avoiding 'socket' like advised, jaw just achy, and I feel a bit drained.
I went elsewhere this morning, day two of my week off and I needed to purchase a few bits and bobs ready for Harry's return. I kicked off the expedition with a skinny flat white, at Costa, in the brilliant and warm sunshine. I had to squint a little, it was joyous, the first warmth felt from the sun, of the new year, pure bliss. It's still just 2 degrees but that sun made me forget all about it.
Still love the hair, still swingy, still not sure I'll keep it, also noticed as the day progresses, that it expands. I do feel like a different person though, I feel incognito, it's kind of exciting.
Having said that, bumped into eldest sister in supermarket later on, she didn't even notice the do, maybe it's not that different after all.
Day two of jogging. I did a gentle 15 minutes this morning, I really have missed my jogging music. I realise now that it really doesn't do that much for me, workout wise, but I enjoy it and it lifts my mood, so I think I'll keep it for a while.
I feel better generally. The nights are drawing out, we are heading towards Spring, and I feel renewed and excited for the coming year. What's on the agenda? Who knows. Which is kind of the exciting part. I'm hopeful for every area but expect nothing, which is what makes it exciting don't you think?
For the past two days, I can't stop staring at the beautiful pale blue sky. I've decided I love this time of year, I think I may need to book the same time off, next year.
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Monday, 2 February 2015
I'm in Hot Water
My lovely friend Sue volunteered her lovely husband Harry to do some small electrical jobs around here for me. I've been without hot water for about 18 months now, my shower is electric so that was as hot as I wanted, when I washed up, I boiled the kettle, it was like camping, permanently. In the end, the jobs piled up and I was so fed up of not having hot water, I couldn't take it anymore. I phoned a local plumber/electrician before Christmas and when he failed to come back to me, Sue very kindly volunteered the very talented Harry.
90 minutes later and I'm staring, in amazement, at the steam, lifting from the water pouring out of the hot tap and into a bowl of soapy water, it's astounding what we take for granted.
So Saturday, the first day of my week off from work, begins beautifully with a workout, a coffee and then hot water, what more could a girl ask for?
Sunday, I'm sore and stiff from my workout, I should have pushed myself to workout again but I didn't, Sunday being the day of rest and all, I chickened out and took the easy option instead, of a slight sleep in and a leisurely breakfast before heading out for my usual coffee date.
It was so great to chat to you on Sunday night, it's always a treat, still miss you so much.
Monday and I rise and jog for just ten minutes but it felt so great. I know that it's not the best exercise in the world but I really love it and it's been so long, I just knew I would feel better if I dipped my toe into my runners. With some of my favourite running music emanating out of my iPod, ten minutes whizzed by.
After coffee, I head for the hairdressers. I have, too much unruly hair, I can't style it, it's too long and too wide. I arrive with pictures of the gorgeous and stylish Olivia Palermo, I'm thinking I'd like to try for a long, blunt bob, give it a go and see how I do with it. My young hairdresser no doubt knows her stuff but she's not great at giving me direction. I roll up and tell her I really don't know what to do, but what about this, or this? I don't really get an answer and we settle on a shoulder length bob. Trouble is, my hair, having a kink or a frizz going on, however you cut it, in reality, it's going to shoot up at least an inch.
I went for Olivia, I ended up with a Dawn O'Porter or an unruly Anna Wintour, (I know, impossible to imagine.) I love it. I feel fresh, and swingy. I don't know if I'll keep it, I need to live with it for a while, but for now at least... I do love it, it's the first totally new style I've had for years.
I have a hearty lunch and before I know it, I'm heading for my dentist appointment to have one of my wisdom teeth out. I know that it'll be fine but I've been cold all day and had a headache for most of it. I'm in and out in 40 minutes, I do, as usual, shake like a leaf. I get to see the tooth and it's ugly, filled and decayed. Do I want it? No thank you. It's being donated to student dentists to practice filling.
It's Monday night and I feel drained and exhausted. I'll be fine in the morning but for now, it's a large glass of wine and an early night, swiftly followed by a salt water mouth wash in morn.
90 minutes later and I'm staring, in amazement, at the steam, lifting from the water pouring out of the hot tap and into a bowl of soapy water, it's astounding what we take for granted.
So Saturday, the first day of my week off from work, begins beautifully with a workout, a coffee and then hot water, what more could a girl ask for?
Sunday, I'm sore and stiff from my workout, I should have pushed myself to workout again but I didn't, Sunday being the day of rest and all, I chickened out and took the easy option instead, of a slight sleep in and a leisurely breakfast before heading out for my usual coffee date.
It was so great to chat to you on Sunday night, it's always a treat, still miss you so much.
Monday and I rise and jog for just ten minutes but it felt so great. I know that it's not the best exercise in the world but I really love it and it's been so long, I just knew I would feel better if I dipped my toe into my runners. With some of my favourite running music emanating out of my iPod, ten minutes whizzed by.
After coffee, I head for the hairdressers. I have, too much unruly hair, I can't style it, it's too long and too wide. I arrive with pictures of the gorgeous and stylish Olivia Palermo, I'm thinking I'd like to try for a long, blunt bob, give it a go and see how I do with it. My young hairdresser no doubt knows her stuff but she's not great at giving me direction. I roll up and tell her I really don't know what to do, but what about this, or this? I don't really get an answer and we settle on a shoulder length bob. Trouble is, my hair, having a kink or a frizz going on, however you cut it, in reality, it's going to shoot up at least an inch.
I went for Olivia, I ended up with a Dawn O'Porter or an unruly Anna Wintour, (I know, impossible to imagine.) I love it. I feel fresh, and swingy. I don't know if I'll keep it, I need to live with it for a while, but for now at least... I do love it, it's the first totally new style I've had for years.
I have a hearty lunch and before I know it, I'm heading for my dentist appointment to have one of my wisdom teeth out. I know that it'll be fine but I've been cold all day and had a headache for most of it. I'm in and out in 40 minutes, I do, as usual, shake like a leaf. I get to see the tooth and it's ugly, filled and decayed. Do I want it? No thank you. It's being donated to student dentists to practice filling.
It's Monday night and I feel drained and exhausted. I'll be fine in the morning but for now, it's a large glass of wine and an early night, swiftly followed by a salt water mouth wash in morn.
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Jillian Michaels
This week, I went to Jillian Michaels Maximise Your Life tour. I booked the tickets weeks ago, saw the advert ages ago, tried to recruit at least one of two sisters, failed and thought, stuff it, I'm going to the theatre anyway. I booked half a day off work, headed home, did a food shop, showered, blasted head dry, had lunch, set sat nav and headed off into the unknown.
So I take my seat and I'm sandwiched between a multi-generational couple, (not a problem with that,) the problem I did have was that from the moment the couple sat down, the female, sitting next to me, whipped out her iPad to scroll through pictures... of herself.... for twenty five minutes. Do this couple talk? Ever? Dozens and dozens of pictures of her, whizzed around like a demented slot machine. To the right of me were two sisters, we got chatting briefly, one sister had come to support the other, nice work sister.
I was interested to hear what Jillian Michaels had to say. On 'The Biggest Loser', she came across like a bit of a demon, a demon that melts fat but still.... a screamer. Then there are the sidebars, someone has a meltdown, a particular meltdown and they have this one to one were St Jillian speaks softly and calmly identifies the problem.
So, I didn't know what to expect, I didn't care, I was just interested to listen. Jillian Michaels is a dream. She's normal, she is incredibly funny, she's passionate, down to earth. She made the effort too. We're still predominately imperial here and she made the effort to use the language that we understand, (not that we can't convert,) but she used stones and half a stones instead of lbs. She also used 'crisps' instead of 'chips'. To me, this means, someone cares about going that extra mile.
Jillian splits her talk into three sections, she covers diet and exercise and then moves on to 'self'. I love anything that makes me stop and think. Jillian mentions that we can so easily sleep walk through life, and that is me, for sure.
There was a lot of information to take in and I should really have been talking notes but I didn't want to miss anything by diverting my eyes.
130 minutes later and it was time to head home, I got the feeling that JM could have talked for another 130 minutes however, the show was over and I ran back to the car to get ahead of the queue to get out, it was already well past my bedtime and I still had one more day in work to go.
Did I learn anything? I did, I learned some things about diet, (I thought I knew quite a bit,) a lot about exercise, I laughed a lot and then I learned to engage my brain and think about me.
I think I'll be on a voyage of discovery until the day I die, and even then, I still won't have truly got to know myself.
I haven't worked out seriously for weeks now but I find myself inspired by Jillian and I have to say, intrigued. A few days later, I attempt level one of 'shred it with weights', one of Jillian's workouts. I loved it, I know I didn't give it 100% but I kept it at a level that I knew I could manage, without injuring myself, and I was still 'sore' the next day. I liked this workout because just when you're starting to think, 'I can't do this for much longer', she changes the move and you start again, 25 minutes flew by. I also love the idea that I can increase my effort and increase the weight of kettlebell I use as I gain strength.
My mojo is still on the fritz, but I'm working on it.
So I take my seat and I'm sandwiched between a multi-generational couple, (not a problem with that,) the problem I did have was that from the moment the couple sat down, the female, sitting next to me, whipped out her iPad to scroll through pictures... of herself.... for twenty five minutes. Do this couple talk? Ever? Dozens and dozens of pictures of her, whizzed around like a demented slot machine. To the right of me were two sisters, we got chatting briefly, one sister had come to support the other, nice work sister.
I was interested to hear what Jillian Michaels had to say. On 'The Biggest Loser', she came across like a bit of a demon, a demon that melts fat but still.... a screamer. Then there are the sidebars, someone has a meltdown, a particular meltdown and they have this one to one were St Jillian speaks softly and calmly identifies the problem.
So, I didn't know what to expect, I didn't care, I was just interested to listen. Jillian Michaels is a dream. She's normal, she is incredibly funny, she's passionate, down to earth. She made the effort too. We're still predominately imperial here and she made the effort to use the language that we understand, (not that we can't convert,) but she used stones and half a stones instead of lbs. She also used 'crisps' instead of 'chips'. To me, this means, someone cares about going that extra mile.
Jillian splits her talk into three sections, she covers diet and exercise and then moves on to 'self'. I love anything that makes me stop and think. Jillian mentions that we can so easily sleep walk through life, and that is me, for sure.
There was a lot of information to take in and I should really have been talking notes but I didn't want to miss anything by diverting my eyes.
130 minutes later and it was time to head home, I got the feeling that JM could have talked for another 130 minutes however, the show was over and I ran back to the car to get ahead of the queue to get out, it was already well past my bedtime and I still had one more day in work to go.
Did I learn anything? I did, I learned some things about diet, (I thought I knew quite a bit,) a lot about exercise, I laughed a lot and then I learned to engage my brain and think about me.
I think I'll be on a voyage of discovery until the day I die, and even then, I still won't have truly got to know myself.
I haven't worked out seriously for weeks now but I find myself inspired by Jillian and I have to say, intrigued. A few days later, I attempt level one of 'shred it with weights', one of Jillian's workouts. I loved it, I know I didn't give it 100% but I kept it at a level that I knew I could manage, without injuring myself, and I was still 'sore' the next day. I liked this workout because just when you're starting to think, 'I can't do this for much longer', she changes the move and you start again, 25 minutes flew by. I also love the idea that I can increase my effort and increase the weight of kettlebell I use as I gain strength.
My mojo is still on the fritz, but I'm working on it.
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