Well That Was A Bit Of A Shock

It's Time to Start Running Again

It’s no secret that I’ve put on weight recently, I know I have. Two weeks ago I went to Boots to weigh myself. It was both the best and worst decision of that week. I’m not going to lie, it was a lot worse than I thought – I’ve put on 2 stone since our wedding party in October!

My change in medication is partly to blame – I’ve been exhausted constantly, aching all the time and my appetite increased massively. Despite this, I know I have no one to blame but myself. I mean, I didn’t have to snack on crisps and chocolate, I could have eaten more healthily and I could have forced myself to work out more but it’s been difficult.

Although I felt like crying standing on the scales in Boots, it’s actually given me the kick up the ass I needed to get back into shape.

I made a good start in that first week with healthy eating and running home from work a couple of times. It’s strange that once I start working out and eating more healthily, it becomes a kind of addiction where I just want to get better and faster and stronger but that initial motivation is so, so difficult. Almost impossible. I weighed myself again last week and, in just seven days I had lost 1.5kg which has given me more motivation to continue.

Time to start running again

I don’t like weighing myself to track my progress really so I’m just going to weigh myself every two weeks until my weight is down to a more acceptable level (and I mean acceptable to me not anyone else/society in general). I did however, ask my husband to take some photos of me so that I track my progress on a weekly basis that way. Sometimes when you look at yourself every day, which we all inevitably do, you don’t notice any difference but comparing photos side by side each week really helps. I’m not brave enough to share those photos with you guys just yet but there’s the potential for a “before and after” piece in a month or so.

I’m planning on doing a post once a week on my progress – there’s something about writing everything down that motivates me to stick to my goals. After all, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you!

10 Things I Hate About the Underground

10 Things I Hate About the Undergound

It’s no secret that I detest the underground. I also hate the overground; it’s actually a journey on the overground that triggered this post being written.

There’s a few things that particularly annoy me and I don’t even understand how some of these things happen.

1. People talking really fucking loudly – This was the driving force behind me furiously scribbling down notes for this post. I was sat about five seats down from a lady having the loudest telephone conversation in the world! I had my headphones in and could still hear her over my music. Why did she have to be so loud?!

2. The run-and-jumpers – When the tube is absolutely packed in the morning and that one person is so desperate to not have to wait another minute for the next train that they take a run up and launch themselves into the carriage – if the only way that you get into the train is by throwing your full body weight, at speed, into other people, there’s simply not enough room. Dickhead. This leads nicely on to…

3. Backpacks/Handbags/Guitars in the face – this one is so easy to avoid. When you get on the tube, take your bag off. Simple. Yes, you might think you have space to turn 180 degrees but you seem to have forgotten about the 60 litre backpack attached to you which just scraped half the skin off my face as you turned. Thanks for that mate.

No Space for Bags on the Underground

4. Tutters and sighers – Yes this journey is shit but it’s shit for all of us and no matter how much you tut, sigh, roll your eyes or whatever else you might be doing, it’s not going to get any better until you reach your destination and get off.

5. Standing on the right (or not) – So this isn’t really a problem with the underground itself but it is part of the underground station so it belongs in this list. “Stand on the right” means exactly that – don’t stand on the left or in middle. Also, and perhaps the signs need to be clearer on this because it happens all the time, this applies to your bags too! It’s pointless you standing on the right if your bag is next to you and no one can get past anyway.

6. Tourists – As someone who loves travelling, I know this shouldn’t annoy me but seriously, do you have to be standing right in front of the tube doors with your map out during rush hour? Surely you could have had an extra half an hour in bed, you are on holiday after all.

7. The smell – All of the smells! If you smell a little sweaty because you’re on your way home from a run/the gym/football, fair enough. If you smell sweaty because you haven’t showered in three weeks, that’s not ok. What is also not ok is eating on the underground. Firstly, it’s unbelievably unhygienic. Secondly, nobody wants to smell your tuna/egg/salami sandwich combined with three weeks’ worth of sweat. Finally, and not all related to smell, if you eat with your mouth open or just chew really loudly, expect to get hurt!

8. Really happy people – It’s 7 a.m., the only reason I’m on the tube this early, is so that I miss rush hour. Just because we’re sat in the same carriage does not automatically make us friends. Please stop talking to me.

Don't Make Eye Contact

9. Really miserable people – In Manchester, if you accidentally catch someone’s eye, you give them a quick friendly smile. I don’t mean a long, creepy, stalker-like smile – just a silent acknowledgment. I tried this on the tube for the first day or two; I’m surprised I’m still alive. Apparently even accidental eye contact is too much. You London folk need to lighten up a bit (just be careful not to go too far and turn into number 8 though.)

10. The Heat – How is it so flippin’ hot all the flippin’ time?!?!

As you can probably guess, my daily commute isn’t really my favourite part of the day but I’m British so I love having something to moan about! Plus, it gives me extra motivation to run home a couple of times a week.

Sublime Sundays Part Eight: A Weekend With Friends

A Weekend of Food, Drink andFriends

I took my own advice this weekend and, following my 2016 goals, made this weekend about spending time with friends.

On Saturday I went up to Manchester to see an old work colleague, Sam, (actually my old manager) for lunch. I took the slow train so that I had plenty of time to do some writing – I also saved myself £50 which was an added bonus. It’s strange to think that I left Manchester almost a year ago, it felt like I’d never been away. Walking from the station to meet Sam just felt like my old route to work.

I ended Dry January with two glasses of Prosecco over a delicious lunch at Cicchetti. A couple of Sam’s friends were there too which was really nice; it’s always good to meet new people! I only had a couple of hours in Manchester before it was time to jump back on the slow train back to London but those few hours were wonderful.

The journey home was very productive. I hadn’t planned on doing any writing but about 45 minutes into the journey, I started to feel very anxious so I stuck my headphones in, hit play on my Ghanaian playlist (a failsafe way of cheering myself up) and got my laptop out. In just under 2 hours I managed to write another 2,000 words in my draft eBook. I read somewhere that the best way to write long pieces of work is to speed type – you just type everything that comes into your mind without stopping to correct typos or re-order sentences. It really helps with the flow of creativity and you can go back over it later to organise paragraphs and rephrase things if you need to. It worked really well for me so hopefully the book will be ready much quicker than I had planned. Watch this space!

Today has been all about catching up with my bestest friend. We met a few years ago in Ghana and bonded straight away. We don’t get to see each other anywhere near as much as we should but, when we do, it’s amazing.

We met for lunch in Guildford which, in itself, was nice as I used to live there and haven’t been back for a long time. It was really good to catch up, gossip, bitch, eat and drink (with no judgment). Time went far too quickly though. The great thing is that we’ve both realised it’s really easy to meet in Guildford so hopefully we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. Zoe also got me some flowers and I had made her a wedding planner as she’s just got engaged (congrats again my love!) – surprise gifts are the best!

I headed home for an afternoon of more writing and some boring housework – I hate being an adult sometimes. The weather is really miserable outside so it’s looking like an early night snuggled under the duvet with our usual Sunday night horror movie (we’re currently considering Deliver Us From Evil).

I can’t believe how quickly the weekend has gone but I’ve loved seeing friends; it’s definitely something I need to do more of this year.

But for now it’s back to Monday and trying to make the best of the week again!