Monthly Archives: July 2015

Distance makes the heart grow fonder

…so they say.

It’s holiday time for me in a couple of days. Wahoo! A week away with my girls, staying in a house I know and love, in a city that I’m familiar with. There’s an inflatable pool in the garden, a cinema room in the basement, chocolate in the pantry and cidre (yes cidre, not cider) in the cupboard. A boulangerie down the road sells delicious baguettes, there’s French cheese in nearly every shop, and the river’s only a 10 minute walk away with a lovely path to stroll along. Oh and we’re a half hour train ride from central Paris. So you know, all the stuff that goes with that.

Sounds idyllic? It is, a bit. The only non-idyllic bit? I’ll be 416 miles from this guy.

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I know it’s only a week. We’ve done further for longer. 1842 miles for 3 months when we were engaged. Then the same distance for another 2 months, then another 6 weeks. 416 miles for weeks at a time over 3 months less than a year after we got married. We were in different cities for most of our relationship before all that. To be honest, the distance doesn’t really matter; being apart is being apart, no matter how many miles are between you.

Call me soppy, whiney, weak, cheesey…but I miss my man when we’re not together. And so spending a week away from him – whilst I’ll enjoy myself and have a good time – won’t be easy. It’ll be a bit rubbish at times.

We’ve not really had a holiday by ourselves for two years now (apart from a weekend in Edinburgh) as we went to Switzerland with my Mum and sister last year, so I feel a little guilty about jetting off across the channel, leaving him at home to apply for jobs. I’ve got people from church having him round for dinner and possibly roping him into childcare during the day (sorry hubby), I know he’ll be ok.

As for distance making the heart grow fonder…I’ll give you an update on that in 8 days time 🙂

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Postcards from Edinburgh

A few months ago, when me and my hubby discussed what to do for our anniversary, it somehow came about that he was going to plan a surprise. What a lovely thought, but not that unusual, I hear you say, people often plan surprises for each other, don’t they? A little word on this before I continue.

I am a planner. I like to organise, research, have all the information at hand and make an informed decision, especially when it comes to going on a trip. I planned our wedding (pretty much), the honeymoon, our trip to Barcelona a year later, and most outings that we take. If we need to get the train, I book it. If we’re staying with someone, I’ll ring them, or poke my Mr til he does. There was talk of him planning the honeymoon, but we (or I, I forget which..) decided that it would be too difficult knowing what to pack, especially in amongst me packing to move in with le man after the wedding.

There is also the problem of my reaction to previous surprises, such as presents. My wonderfully kind husband (then-boyfriend) bought me a second-hand Wii for Christmas one year. I flipped out and sent him a text saying, ‘I’m going to kill you!’ (I was worried he’d spent too much money). Poor guy, it’s no wonder he rarely attempts to surprise me! I’ve got loads better since then, learning to love and appreciate his kind, generous heart rather than focus on the negatives 🙂

Still, the track record of surprises isn’t great in our relationship. So, I was determined for this one to work. I didn’t badger him with questions, even when he let a couple of our friends in on the secret, instead getting all giddy and excited.

All going well until a week or so before we went away. We were heading down to my hubby’s parents’ and needed the address, so I logged into his emails to find it, only to stumble upon an email from ‘apex@edinburgh…’. Gutted. I was really pleased with his choice of destination though 🙂 a shame it wasn’t going to be a full-on surprise, but I so appreciated all the effort my lovely man had put in.

We had a brilliant weekend away; the hotel was fab (poshest I’ve ever been in, a real treat!), the city was so much fun to explore and enjoy, and we even made it out to the beach! Here are some of my favourite photos. Mostly from my Mr’s phone, a few from the DSLR. Enjoy 🙂

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Scented toilet paper! Oh, the excitement…

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The weather on Saturday morning…
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Our delicious breakfast

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Can’t go to Edinburgh without visiting the castle

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All manner of things on the Royal Mile

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Seaside in the evening

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Holyrood Palace…Queenie was there so it was closed…we may have waited about half an hour to see if she made an appearance…

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We climbed up to Arthur’s Seat, taking our hotel rubber duck. As you do.

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On the Road to Fitness: A Road Block

😦 Sad face. Since my last fitness post, I’ve eaten chocolate nearly every day and not run once [Update since I started this yesterday: we went for a run today]. IMG_20150720_161047 Physio exercises have been sporadic at best and I consumed 84% of my daily saturated fat in one slice of cheesecake. 20150723_205434 Admittedly, it was pretty delicious, and it doesn’t happen everyday. Still, the lack of exercise doesn’t help matters! I’ve noticed myself getting more lethargic now that my busy days at work have stopped, which means I can easily doze off in the afternoons (managed not to do that yet, thankfully). I had patch tests at the hospital this week (stuff stuck on my back to see if my skin reacts) so couldn’t do anything ‘too strenuous’…also couldn’t shower, so I’d rather not exercise, thank you very much.

So yes, I’ve hit a road block. It’s not uncommon for this to happen to me in life, I’m quite the procrastinator and an expert at excuses. Also rather lazy. A fab combination, I can tell you. When I used to go training as a teenager, it was the organised sessions that got me there, so it being totally down to me has always been my downfall. Nevertheless, the holidays are here, which has given me the gift of time – a gift I’m determined to make the absolute most of. One of my making-the-most-of-time things is EXERCISE. I want to complete my Couch to 5K (C25K) runs each week, and swim at least once as well. Preferably twice. Physio exercises must continue daily for these both to be possible. I feel a colour-coded plan for the wall coming on…

Then there’s the food. Hmm, yes. There’s various bits and bobs out there. The no-junk challenge, Deliciously Ella, paleo, gluten free, dairy free, Slimfast (gives me the shivers), Slimming World, Weight Watchers…it’s dawning on me that there’s little point in cutting out cakes and biscuits and their buddies if I’m not going to make some changes in other areas. I probably won’t jump on any of the aforementioned dieting bandwagons (although the no-junk one does tempt me!), but one dietary change I do plan on making this summer is breakfast. I read a brilliant post by Esther over at Inside Out and About about breakfasts, which has inspired me to make some changes in this area. I’m a grazer, so will eat every hour or so given the opportunity, so as well as keeping my brain busy, eating more filling meals will help. Cue some more exciting breakfasts making an appearance in our kitchen 🙂 ooh and some smoothies… 20150723_135818 IMG_20150720_194232-1Having perused my previous fitness posts, I feel that my goals will need to change. Or at least, be slightly more realistic (in the sugar treats area), small steps if you like. I did buy spinach to go in smoothies though, so maybe there’s hope for me yet 😉