I did wonder whether to write a post on this, but given the massive impact and the level of passion I have for the subject, it would feel disingenuous not to. Anyway, I need to vent, and if I can’t do that on my own blog, then where else? Probably don’t read it if you voted leave.
Days habit missed: One apparently. I thought I’d done it but the run streak measurement on the app says not
Ease of doing daily: Moderate
Equipment required: I used the Headspace app, but you could do it without any equipment. You will need 10 or so quiet minutes though!
Is it something I’ll continue? Not sure
I love dancing. I did an adult ballet class for about 7 years in my late 20s/early 30s and really enjoyed it. It was really hard work on the legs, but my posture was great and I was more flexible than I was as a teenager. We didn’t used to do shows or anything (thankfully), but the discipline of practice at the barre and then some time spent doing some actual dancing was great.
Last week I had the phone call every working parent dreads – the “Calpol call”. This is the one where nursery inform you that your beloved child has a temperature, and they are happy to dose them up, but if things haven’t changed in an hour, you have to go and collect them. The next hour is spent frantically prioritising your to-do list and reviewing your diary for the rest of the day, before the phone rings again and you know that the fate awaits you is an afternoon of keeping your fingers crossed that Beauty and the Beast will keep them occupied for the duration of your important meeting which is now a conference call.
Christmas always seems to be a difficult time for anyone trying to maintain a modicum of a healthy approach to their lifestyle. My life seems to have followed a depressingly familiar cycle over the past few years:
- January 1st – New year, new attitude. Go for a run and eat soup.
- January 2nd – Oh, but there’s lots of leftover cake. And chocolate. Shame to waste it.
- January 10th – March: Now the leftovers are gone, try to get back on the wagon after the excesses of Christmas. It’s dark and cold outside and spring is ages away. Eat chocolate.
- April – Spring is here, hooray! It’s the girls’ birthdays. That involves cake. Might has well hop back on the wagon in May. Clean start and all.
- May – The temperature climbed into the mid teens today! Summer’s here! Whack on the barbie – what better excuse for some sausages, and a burger, and a kebab. Oh, and some chicken because that’s healthy. That needs some wine with it. And some nachos before it. And some pavlova afterwards. The wagon is a small dot on the horizon
- June – Shit, holidays are nearly here, better start eating better.
- July – 2 weeks to holiday. Can’t lose any weight now. Might as well have some chocolate.
- August – Du pain, du vin, du massive French custard/fruit tarts. Oh, and the cheese! With more pain. Thighs reach annual peak.
- September – November – Ah, there’s the wagon! Focus, healthy food, lots of exercise.
- December – How long have you got?