Valentines Day – necessary or nonsense?

In two weeks time most couples will be giving and receiving cards that say “I Love You”, sending roses and making an effort to be romantic to their other halves.

 

Valentines Day is approaching and is the one day that you should hold hands and gaze into each others eyes – or so we are told to behave from Hallmark.

Cupid somehow misses my home each year with her bow and arrow. Mister Sass hasn’t sent me a card or gift for years. He has brainwashed me into his way of thinking that we shouldn’t behave a certain way because Clintons tells us we should. It’s how we behave the rest of time that matters.

He has a point. We show each other every day how much we care for each other, so why be specific about it on February 14th?

Or is this something that is important to people in new relationships?

Or is it more of a date for females to celebrate being in a relationship?

I must admit it was nice the first time I ever got a Valentines card (which was from my husband). If I remember rightly, it was more of a relief that I wasn’t the only one from my circle of friends not receiving a card anymore.

The same feelings will remerge when I see facebook statuses telling me of flowers, chocolates, jewellery and cards.  It’ll bother me for all of a few seconds and then I will remember, how  loved I feel the rest of the year.

And, of course I buy Valentines cards every year. My two boys have never had to feel the odd ones out at not receiving a card (wink).

Operation arse-shrinking….Week 1

It was my first weigh in last night at Slimming World since I actually starting following the plan. Apart from an Indian take-away and a few shots of whisky at the weekend, I had been really good.

My work was rewarded at the scales as I dropped two pounds.

This was fantastic news to me. I wasn’t sure that I was doing the right thing, as I seem to have eaten so well this week. I have not been hungry at all as I can eat as much of the free food as I want.

When you feel full after meals, I associate that with being greedy and overindulging. That’s what I thought I had been doing as eighteen months on Weightwatchers made me get used to the feeling of being hungry.

This week I have had big full breakfasts at work consisting of two shredded wheats and a bowl of fruit, homemade no syn Leek and Potato Soup and the evening meals are what had been cooked for the kids. So, one night Spaghetti Bolognaise, Pasta and a bonus of full English breakfasts at the weekend. Well, cooked in the one cal spray and omitting the sausages (which I could have had if I counted them as a syn).

It’s early days yet, but I haven’t once sneaked off to the vending machine for a sneaky snickers mid-afternoon. Instead, I am planning my food better and have a mid snack of a giant bowl of fresh fruit salad with a carton of Muller Light. Yum!

My aim is to lose a stone so I can be the weight I was last summer. Only 12 pounds to go and the light is certainly at the end of the tunnel. If I can lost 2 pounds doing what I am doing – the weight will be off in no time. It may even come quicker once I can start my running again.

The only negative I am finding is having to stay for the meetings. It’s helpful to learn of new recipes and a good motivational tool, but they don’t half go on. My evenings are precious as it is due to commitments on other evenings, so to spend an hour and a half listening to excuses about why people gained weight can be tiresome.

It’s simple! If you eat mountains of chocolate and do no physical activity you will gain weight. Don’t be shocked by this revelation.

I am thinking I may just stay behind every other week. Although once the festive dieters lose interest I am sure the meetings will be quicker.

Hello Slimming World

Like most people over the festive period I indulged somewhat, and found that by the time I came back to work this year my trousers had shrunk. I blame the elves coming into my home when I was on holiday and taking them in a couple of centimetres!

Last summer, through a concoction of very strong pain killers which suppressed my appetite my weight plummeted to the weight I was when I first met the hubs. Clothes looked great on me, and apart from being in pain all the time I felt good in myself.

That’s when I came off the weightwatchers wagon. I thought I could control my eating and just watch my weight but it proved difficult. One thing after another! My job moved to MediaCity so I began an affair with Costa’s Panini’s and lattes. By Christmas I had put a stone on. It’s not a massive issue as I am still able to just about squeeze into my size 12 clothes, but I thought enough is enough.

I was bored with counting points on Weightwatchers, so two weeks ago I joined Slimming World.

The first week was a disappointment as I didn’t lose any weight. However, it took me 2 days to read the books so I could understand how the plan works. I also treat myself to a bacon and sausage baguette that weekend, which didn’t help.

This week though has been great. I have prepared my meals in advance, planned what I am eating and because I am full all the time I haven’t snuck to the vending machine for my usual mid-afternoon treat. I am hoping for a loss tomorrow night when I get on those scales.

The actual meetings are a whole other blog entry, and if nothing else I will be using them as research for my future characters for my Masters degree. There are certainly some lively people who attend the meetings, and worryingly appear to have been doing the plan for years, but are still quite big themselves.

Me? A loss of a stone will be nice. Always better to carry less fat when I am pounding the pavements.

Welcome 2012

This is my first blog of the year, so happy new year if you are one of the viewers who have found me by googling Paula Abdul’s hair and 80’s fashion.

Odd number years are generally a bit rubbish for me – so I am thrilled that we are in evens again this year. Hurrah!

2011 started off as a really great year for me. I was enjoying running which is something that has never happened before. At one point I was clocking up 11 mile runs which, for me was such an achievement. It took over my leisure time – so much so that I had decided to give netball up for a season so that I could concentrate on running and entering races. Oh yes! I was very fit and lost loads of weight in the first quarter of the year.

Until I slipped my disk in May – and then my life took a drastic turn. I could barely walk, no idea how I managed to work during what was a very busy period with exam boards and graduation. It also affected my confidence and I found myself suffering with depression and the panic attacks reared their ugly head.

Yes May to September were a particular tough few months. Thank god I have a great husband who took care of me, and sacrificed our “holiday of a lifetime” to the USA because I was unfit both physically and mentally to travel.

I don’t know exactly how I slipped the disk. Having woken up one Tuesday morning and feeling the most excruciating pain run down my buttock and leg – it’s a mystery. There are a few things that happened during that period, one being that a guy ran into the back of my car while I was stationary – however, there was no damage to the car so I never did do anything about that. Swine –he could be the reason why I spent my summer in misery.

The latter part of the year was fine. A much needed holiday to Portugal was just the order for the family to spend some quality time together, and we got away to Germany for Xmas which was lovely.

So what am I hoping for 2012?

Well definitely no more injuries. I am hoping to start running properly again, and play some gentle netball every now and again.

I generally don’t make new years resolutions as they are so hard to keep. Yes I need to lose weight, yes I could do with not drinking alcohol for a while and each year I want to stop biting my nails.

Instead of resolutions I give myself goals. So a few goals I want to achieve this year.

  • Pass the first year of my Masters degree
  • Do an activity that I have never done before
  • Visit a place I have never been before
  • See my family more than I did in 2011
  • Each month the husband and I are going to take it in turns to organise an activity for us to do as a couple.

Hopefully I will achieve all those goals and 2012 will be an eventful and fulfilling year.

How do you know if you are a good parent?

It’s hard  being a parent isn’t it?

We have children, and they don’t come with any instructions with them. No parent is sure that how they are raising their children is the best possible way.

I feel thankful that I don’t have to raise my boys on my own. My elder sister has practically raised all of her children without their father. This is something I admire her for, as I cannot even imagine what that is like.

Ever since I found out I was pregnant there was one thing I really wanted for my children. That was for them to be provided for and to be given every opportunity and encouragement humanly possible for me. In the early days things were really tough. We had very little money, lived in a rented house and every day was a struggle. I look back and what we lacked for in materialistic bullshit – we made up with a loving family unit.

Both of us have worked really hard to build up a career each, buy a home and try and provide a nice environment for the children. It’s taken many years, but with hard work we just about manage to do that.

Sometimes I wonder whether it is necessarily the right way to parent! I only have to listen to my eldest moaning about going on “another holiday” when he just wants to stay in his room playing on his Playstation. At times that feels like a knife in the chest. I have to bite my tongue to not tell him about the environment that I was raised in. My mum raised myself and my four sisters on very little money per week. We had no holidays, no fancy clothes, no luxuries.

Yet, maybe that’s the way to do it – so when you become an adult you appreciate every single thing.

Or maybe it’s a teenager thing – I am undecided as yet! They are certainly an ungrateful breed at times. I would love to send him back in time and spend a month in my shoes as a fifteen year old.

The latest thing is that the teenager has managed to persuade his little brother (whose birthday is coming up) that they shouldn’t buy presents for each other. I haven’t said anything for a few days as it was their decision. But, tonight I got really upset driving home and decided to tell them that each person has one day per year that is special just for them. This is important that people who care about them, treat them special and buy a small gift on their birthday.  I don’t know if they listened to me (probably not).

Kids! Responsible for my rapidly increasing grey hair and frown lines. Maybe I’ll spend the money on making myself look younger than trying to enrich their lives.

The only way is ses-sex

The female population FINALLY got to witness what I can only describe as the perfect male form tonight in ITV’s ‘I’m a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here’.

For the past week, the male viewing audience have been indulged in many camera shots of Emily Scott and Jessica-Jane, parading around the jungle in little more than a skimpy bikini.

I am sure I wasn’t the only female inBritaintonight who stopped what she was doing on the promise of the jungle hunk Mark Wright, from The Only Way isEssexundertaking a trial in just his shoes and trainers. I thanked the makers of the show several times while the female audience received an indulgence of fifteen minutes of dribbling over his perfect torso, toned, muscular arms and his sheer manly strength.

Then, when the trial was over we were in for another treat as we witnessed him washing off the meal-worms, cockroaches and other jungle critters that were thrown on him during his trial.

And, the treats for the women kept coming as the camera continued to film him getting out of the lake and having a naked backside on screen for us all to view. God bless the sky plus, were my words to myself.

He may not be the sharpest tool in the box, but my feelings are that this show was definitely a great career move for him. I have no doubt that the TV show offers will be lined up for him when he returns to Essex.

He is coming across as such a nice bloke, he has never moaned or got into arguments with any of the other jungle mates. I like those qualities about him, and I will be voting for him in the final.

I am just hoping that the spark that is lighting between Mark and Emily Scott is not just a ploy to keep them both in the jungle.

I just wonder what Lauren is making of his new-found celebrity status which is more widespread thanEssex.

Modern Romance

Call me old fashioned but I believe there is a certain etiquette which should be followed in the world of dating. The etiquette being that verbal communication is king and only the weak hide behind texting and messaging.

However, the use of social media and instant messaging has changed how we interact with each other and particularly with the opposite sex.

I recall in my dating days actually phoning boyfriends up and talking verbally on the phone. To me, it was always nice to hear a voice on the end of the telephone. Nowadays, it is all about texting and blackberry messaging as the preferred form of communication.

Okay so its been quite a while since I actually dated, having been in a relationship for many years. And yes, I do text and email the husband throughout the day. However, if we ever spend time apart with work or through leisure we always make sure that we have a voice to voice conversation every day.

My teenage son has reached the age where he is now dating different girls. I don’t think he has ever phoned any of his girlfriends up to have a conversation with them, but he always has his blackberry in his hand.

The other week, he wanted to finish the current relationship that he was in and asked for my advice on how to do it.

Not claiming to be an expert on such matters, I did try and make sure that he did what I considered to be the right way of doing it, which was to see the girl face-to-face to end it. I believe that dumping someone by text or instant messaging is bad manners and a cowards way out of a situation. Apparently its common place to do this, and maybe I am just old-fashioned and need to get up to speed.

Maybe he’s right and face-to-face verbal communication will be a thing of the past.

He did however, try to undertake my method after messaging the girl to meet up that evening. She must have sensed something was wrong and messaged back stating that If he was going to dump her, she would rather he did it over text.

Thus, maybe my old-fashioned views should stay where they belong – back in the 90s.

What makes a good relationship…….great?

Very often when I get to know new people either through work, my class at university or through other social gatherings such as sports – I often get a surprised look when I tell people of firstly how long I have been married and secondly, how long the relationship has lasted.

We got together at the end of our teenage years, which looking at that now seems very young. It certainly doesn’t feel like we have been together for nearly eighteen years, as we still enjoy each others company immensely. As we have matured from the love-sick, sweet nineteen year olds we still enjoy spending quality time together and are still the best of friends.

I never take anything for granted, my relationship included. Often I think I am really lucky to have found the perfect person for me. We are like two peas in a pod, but he made a comment about our relationship last week which summed up to me what makes a good relationship great.

He had been talking to his work colleagues and telling them about the training schedule that he has for his sport. It generally takes him out of the house four evenings a week – with two of those being late into the evening. It’s never been an issue for me, he was that person when I met him and I have never tried to change that person. After all – that is one of the reasons I was attracted to him in the first place.

So, the work colleague was amazed that he “was allowed out four nights a week” and “doesn’t your missus try and stop you”.  My husband responded to that by saying that we don’t have that sort of relationship where we would ever stop the other one from doing anything.

And I think that is what makes our relationship not just good, but great! In the eighteen years that we have been together we are both really supportive to each other.  As a collective we have undertaken undergraduate degrees, coaching qualifications, run sports teams, played competitively in our chosen sports and currently postgraduate study.  Did I mention that we have two children too?

That is what makes our relationship unique. We both have our other interests, circle of friends and careers which we agree are extremely important to uphold. After all the relationship would be really boring if we never had anything but the kids to talk about. I think the reason a lot of relationships break down are through over protective partners (either male or female) although in my experience it is usually the woman who does this.

And why? Well for some women once they become mothers they think that their lives are over. They do their living through their children, and then find that their lives are dull, meaningless and they lose their identity. I have kept up with all of my outside interests, as just because I became a parent doesn’t mean that my life grinds to a halt. After all, a child has two parents so my children have both their parents raising them, and not just a miserable mother fetching and carrying for them.

It is also really important that the relationship is still exciting and loving. Obviously in the early days it is tough to do this constantly when we are busy changing nappies and all the other caring duties that come with a new born baby. But, now that the kids are older we try and spend a lot of time together as a couple and often go out – just the two of us.

Husband is participating in the Movember moustache growing exercise for a cancer charity, and although I did try and put him off doing it he has grown one. So in my supportive role I spent a huge chunk of Saturday night painting his face so he looked like Gene Simmons from Kiss.

After all, for a relationship to survive you need trust, patience, the wife rolling her eyes and facepaint.

Too old for Radio 1?

I’m getting into this blogging lark again.

I am thinking of setting myself a challenge of writing everyday in it next year – at the moment it is purely a thought as trying to do that, plus a masters degree and a full-time job may be a tad difficult at times. So we’ll see.

Anyway today was a revelation at work.

Apparently I am too old to be listening to Radio 1!  This wasn’t said to me by someone trying to wind me up and I wasn’t upset by this. But I was somewhat gutted by the revelation!

Am I really too old to be listening to Radio 1? Do I really fit into the Radio 2 listener demographic? After doing some research on the interweb, she is right. Radio 1 is aimed at screenagers (under 25s). How the hell did I not know that? I have been indulging in Moyles, Coxy and Mills way past my sell-by date.

Well I have a good enough excuse – I have a teenage son and it’s important to be “down with the kids”. I’m not quite ready to fully embrace Ken Bruce and Jeremy Vine just yet.

I did listen to Chris Evans a lot earlier this year on my drive to work. I liked his music and the discussions that he had on the show. At the time I was finding Moyles to be really irritating, so after being an avid listener for the past five years I decided to ditch Moyles for Evans.

However, the fall-out was only temporary and I have started listening to Moyles again on my commute on the tram into Salford every day. I think he has got better, less of an ego – and I find “Comedy” Dave to be anything but funny. However, they have great guests on the show, and thoroughly enjoyed the recent interviews with Gary Barlow, Gino Fantastico “nob nob”  and today’s interview with Steven Merchant and Warwick Davies.

So, how many years can I get away with being a Radio 1 listener? Who knows……

Blog slacker

As this year draws to a close, I realise how little I have been blogging since I really injured my back, which was back in May.

It’s amazing at how an injury such as a slipped disc can change your whole outlook on life. I know there are many people in far worse health than I have been, but it has been really tough.

I look back to how fit I was in April when I completed theSalford10k. I felt amazing, both physically and mentally and my passion had grown for running. My longest run being 11.5 miles which at the start of the year I would never have anticipated that I could achieve.

Then 21st May 2011 I woke up with the worse pain I have ever experienced in my left buttock and leg. The next four months felt like hell. I tried chiropractic, intense physiotherapy and massage.  I felt the most stress ever in July when I was still crippled in pain and due to go to the States for 3 weeks with my family. In the end I wasn’t fit enough to travel, both physically and mentally.

Oh yes mentally! That was a massive shock to the system. I wasn’t prepared for how depressed I would feel. Injuries are not just a physical thing, but a mental one too. I suffered a couple of panic attacks which I hadn’t suffered with for years, so that really knocked my confidence. I didn’t feel myself, I had become desperate and pathetic – needing other people to keep me calm. How the hell had that happened? I hated myself every day that I felt like that. My poor husband must have felt so suffocated.

At the time of writing I have began running just a mile every other day. This feels like I am on the mend, but still hoping that my netball days are not behind me and that I will still be in a position to be able to play again. I am awaiting an MRI scan results too, although the scan was taken three months too late given that the pain has diminished somewhat.

I’ll never take my health for granted again. Being incapacitated and having to rely on other people is the worst experience ever. The darkest days being when my sons had to help me put my socks, shoes and tie my laces for me. I hope I never have to go through that again.