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This morning I woke up with a slightly sore head and an incredibly sore body . Breaking from usual New Year's Eve routine I had actually gone out to celebrate instead  Of sitting in and pretended it wasn't happening. It must have been a Christmas miracle because for  The first time ever I actually had a good time New Year's Eve ; I didn't drink too much or injure myself or End up in tears or feel filled With an overwhelming sense of disappointment so it was a first for the new year. The one major regret I woke with was that I had foolishly chosen New Year's Eve morning as the one to return to CrossFit the morning before a night out. To make the whole thing worse, I hadn't trained once in December ( because Christmas made it too difficult to get home and I couldn't muster up the will power to workout at home ) so my muscles  Had quite the rest. On top of that it wasn't just your average CrossFit class I'd wandered into but  An epic ...

I might have mentioned this once or twice before or a lot. It might have up a lot but I have a teeny little issue with sugar or two issues. One is that it makes me really really sick and two is that I can never have just a little bit. I either stay away completely or I go completely mad like completely.  But I think I might have reached a low point tonight. On a sugar fuelled rampage that started on Stephens day which has pretty much consisted of ; me nomming all the chocolate, feeling really ill , regretting said binge ,craving more chocolate and so it continues.  at the moment malteasers are my poison of choice and trust me given the effect they have on my stomach, poison is the best word to describe it. You know those  Share size bags, well that's what I've been buying except I've only been sharing them with myself. I'm not sure If that counts.   on some level I know there's something kind of insane about willingly eating lots of something guara...

Tonight, With no other plans lined up I sat down to watch a movie my boyfriend had downloaded for me and I was feeling  Pretty good about my choice of viewing because world cinema is fairly educational, isn't it ? Ah well at least it is generally a better calibre of movie than your usual Hollywood blockbuster or perhaps that's just the film snob in me coming out. Considering the last movie I'd watched was that new one called the internship about Vince Vaughan and Owen Wilson reinventing themselves as google interns. Take my advice and give that one a miss. Some entertaining jokes and a somewhat heartwarming underdogs win ending but overall utter tripe.  Now tonight's lesson is to be more observant and to read the synopsis before watching a movie instead of looking at the poster on imdb and reading the first two lines of the summary and saying that's niiiice because it wasn't. now I am not here to critique the plot itself or the camera work or any of th...

S This New Year's Eve there's every possibility I'll do what I did last New Year's Eve which is nothing at all, not even watch a TV countdown.  The world won't explode either way , I won't care and at the end of the day it's just another Tuesday night except TV is shit. Or perhaps, for the first time in a good few years I might be very brave and venture out. eek Up until a few years ago I went out of my way to try and have a really good New Year's Eve despite all the evidence pointing to the fact that all the previous ones were unmitigated disasters. There was the year I was 20 and living in Switzerland. When I had been booking my flights home for Christmas I had only just been living there for a few weeks and couldn't imagine wanting to spend more than a week at home so I found myself back in an empty Swiss apartment New Year's Eve with only a box set of Audrey Hepburn movies to keep me company. Or the year after that when I was li...

I was always the one in my family first up on Christmas morning, impatiently waiting for everyone to get up so we could get to the good part, the present opening. But the last four years we've had a tiny person in the house at Christmas time so I'm no longer the most  excited person in the house.  This year my niece is four and a half and was the most excited I've ever seen her about Christmas. last year it all got a bit much and she actually cried after seeing her Santa presents. snacks were left out last night and a note was pinned on the Christmas tree ( at Santa's height ) asking him to make a special effort to be quiet so as not to wake her up. Obviously  It was the child's idea. Christmas is definitely a lot better with a small Santa believer around and it brings Back the magic that was lost the moment I realised my parents were actually the ones putting the presents under the tree, eating the mince pies we left out on Christmas Eve and writing tho...

For me going home for Christmas has always been a pretty big deal. And until I started working in retail again I was always home and cosy by the fire at least a few days before Christmas Eve with my  Presents wrapped and the ones under the tree thoroughly inspected . With the notable exception of the year I moved home from Edinburgh and the snow was so bad I almost didn't make it home at all.  The last two years I have been working right up until Christmas Eve and loving every second of it. Okay maybe not, mostly counting down until I can go home for Christmas and mentally preparing for the trip home. Which mostly  Involves making lists in my head of what I'll need to bring with me, in order to be better organized of course. This year was no different. The night before Christmas Eve I had a bag full of clothes packed. Mind you I was tired and sick so I had no idea what I was actually shoving in the bag. I'm lucky I didn't arrive home with only one shoe. an...

Last night we had our work Christmas party and I spent all yesterday veering between definitely not going to the work party as I was much too sick ( with the longest running head cold ever !) and thinking maybe I would go down for a While and that I might even have some wine. A brave choice given the effect wine normally has on me and the fact that I had a 9.30 start this morning. In the end I decided I had enough of feeling tired and bored and that seeing as  Lately my stomach seemed to be sick pretty much all the time from Poor food choices then what difference would a little wine make.  Donning my vintage sequinned dress  and abandoning plans to tame some incredibly disobedient hair I made my way around the corner to the hotel where the party was on with with one of the girls who was also choosing to skip the meal .A convenient choice of venue if I do say so myself. First things first we hit the bar on Our way to the party and I swear after four mo...