#100happydays Days 90 – 100

Day 91 – Another afternoon of playing cards in the hospital with my Mom and Daniel.

Day 92 – My first day of Garden Leave turns into Balcony Leave on the eighth floor. Enjoying the quiet and the sunshine in the flat.

Day 93 – I’m staying with my Mom for a few days after her operation, and my early morning run takes me right into the countryside around Wythall (Worcestershire).

Day 94 – Reteaching my grandmother how to play some of the card games she taught me as a child is both very sad but I spent a lovely lunchtime with her.

Day 95 – Daniel had to do some paperwork with the Mexican Embassy so we took a daytrip down to London. Then while he’s in the embassy I took the opportunity to catch up with a friend from university before she gets married in a few weeks and won’t have time for anything!

Day 96 – Daniel makes me happy every single day. I love the little conversations that we have, the Spanglish and the gestures are our own little language. And he’s been wonderful during this period of redundancy. Now that I’m hope properly from my Mom’s house it’s back to a lovely little normality.

Day 97 – I’d forgotten I had this skirt. Found it in a bag that my Mom brought round a few weeks ago, it was too big but having put on about 5kg it should fit again now.

Day 98 – Waiting for some very stressful news at the hospital, we finally got a call from my cousin at 20h05 to say that everything is OK.

Day 99 – My Guides again, one of the Brownies made me a heart-shaped something out of pipecleaners. It went straight in my hair, naturally.

Day 100 – Having a look through the photos at my grandmother’s house. Then seeing her face light up when she sees them in hospital.


#100happydays Days 49 – 55

Day 49 – Daniel’s friend was coming to stay with us for a couple of days, so I had a massive house clean and tidy-up and treated myself to a bit of trashy telly afterwards.

Day 50 – Normally after Guides on a Tuesday I fall straight into bed, not this Tuesday! We had went out for a few quiet drinks in some of the new bars in town. This is Cherry Reds on John Bright Street, lovely for a quiet late-night beer.

Day 51 – Everyone was out of the house, I’d tidied up on Monday, so it was lovely to bask in the quiet sun in the flat.

Day 52 – Pyjamas. It’s true that introverts expend a lot of energy in socialising, I couldn’t wait for a night on our own again and relaxing in front of the TV in pyjamas.

Day 53 – So, we went to New York and basically ate everything, with all the burgers and beer and everything, I’d put on about 4kg in just 10 days, so how happy I was to find on Day 53 that I’d actually lost 2kg already!

Day 54 – Went to a friend’s barbecue, pudding was some beautiful cakes from a lovely bakery in Harborne, my moment of joy on Saturday was being told by my friend “you’ll thank me on your wedding day!”. I wasn’t allowed a cake but her words just made me laugh so much!

Day 55 – A big glass of water in the sun after another long run outside!

#100happydays Days 42 – 48

Day 42 – A beautiful sunny day for a run! This is the actual view from our flat, a mix of city and green space, lovely!

Day 43 – This Mexican Lego man gives me a smile every time I do the washing up.

Day 44 – Longest run to date, 5.99km, felt brilliant because I thought the route I’d planned was only 4.5km so this was a really nice surprise!

Day 45 – That Great British institution, the pub quiz. We went with some friends to The Queen’s Arms in St Pauls, and were doing really well at half time, third out of 11 teams! The sports and TV rounds killed it for us though, we ended up 5th. Still, you can’t get much more British than getting worked up about answering questions to win a £20.00 booze voucher in a pub you only go in once a month if that!

Day 46 – Instead of a run we walked down to Harborne for a drink in the New Inn, on the way stopping in Marks and Spencer for Daniel to grab a quick sandwich – normally I would get something as well, but look at all these Percy Pig sweets I managed to not buy! Good start for the wedding diet.

Day 47 – The sun was shining again, and I pulled out one of my most summery t-shirts, this little gem from ¡Ay Guëy! in Mexico. Felt really colourful and ready for the Summer! And driving to Winchester for a Hen Weekend.

Day 48 – My friend’s Hen Weekend in Winchester, complete with spa treatments, champagne, hen games and blow-up sex doll! A lovely weekend with lovely people.

Legs like Treetrunks

I went for a run, around Bristol Street and the Ring Road. If I did it again I’d do it reverse, the long down-hill of the Middleway made me lose stride and I felt uncomfortable in my shoes. Since we moved house I’m looking for new routes that don’t involve too many main roads – where we lived before was so close to the canal it was ideal.

Not my photo, but City Centre running!

Not my photo, but City Centre running!

Last time I went running a friend of mine showed me how to work the app on my iPod, so I can now track my pace, distance and time. I must remember to make a proper playlist too, I was stuck with Adele followed by Lana Del Rey to start off with this time! Then Revolution by the Beatles kicked in and I picked up the pace. It probably really helped that I was running with Daniel too, seeing him run off 20 metres ahead made me a bit more motivated than running alone.

We did about 4.5km (just over 2.5 miles), and my Random Moment of Delight actually came at the end while stretching. Not because we stopped, but because I felt I could have carried on. My pace and technique aren’t fantastic, but I’m sure I’ve said before that I’ve always grown up thinking “I can’t run, not with these tree-trunk legs!” Apparently I can…

A Very Vague Bucket List

31st January

January is an interesting month, it makes you think about what you’ve done in the past year, and what you want to do in the next. I’m going to be 31 this year, and I’ll be getting married when I’m 32. My Mom was something like 20 when she got married, and I know that times change – more university years, more careers, general attitudes to sexual freedom have changed so much – but I feel old doing this at this age.

Big stress, drowning in detail, or kick up the back-side

Big stress, drowning in detail, or kick up the back-side

I bought a wedding magazine today, by accident. Haven’t opened it yet. The Mexican one was a mistake as well, waiting in the queue at the supermarket just flicking through, and before you know it it’s in the trolley! We’ve got potentially five weddings this year as a guest, all over the world (well, UK and USA). Everyone is more or less our age so it’s kind of the right time to do it. But I’m very, very aware of age creeping up. And if I didn’t want children I’d probably be OK with it. So right, this morning I was thinking about a Bucket List, or a Life Plan but I don’t even know what I’d put on it. I’ve bought a house and met the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, so then we get into the details. So here are some short, medium and long-term goals.


  • Get settled in the house we have bought
  • Concentrate on getting recognised at work
  • Enjoy New York
  • Start getting my weight back on track
  • Training for this 10K run in March 2014


  • Getting healthy and slim for my wedding
  • Plan a beautiful Anglo-Mexican wedding
  • Decorate the house we have bought, in that truly international style that shows our travels and our roots
  • Re-vamp my work wardrobe
  • Visit my friend in Australia


  • Visit Moscow (my travel dream since I was very young)
  • Save for a future, not just a holiday
  • Stay healthy for a long life together with my Danielote
  • Stay happy

Running Update November

I really don’t think pork sausage sandwich and chips was a good idea with all the running I’m trying to do but when old friends come to town it’s the perfect excuse! So I started about three weeks ago, running and walking around the block. Then I mentioned to my friend that I’d started and she said “Get Dani to drop you off at mine, it’s 4km from mine to yours so we’ll do that!” Like an idiot I said OK, then started to have cold feet. I’d only done 2.5km, running and walking. Nothing continuous. She basically told me to get over it and I’ll be fine. So we went!

Before I'd worked out putting it into Metric

Before I’d worked out putting it into Metric

I did 3km non-stop and totally surprised myself! I don’t mean running like fast, just jogging at a nice pace. I walked the last 1km, then spent about 15 minutes stretching afterwards and just – felt – brilliant! That was the start of at least three times a week running. I’m starting slow, working it up because I’ve signed up to this 10K in March. It’s a bit scary but running like this makes it seem a bit more manageable, I can do the shorter ones during the week and longer ones at the weekend. Even without music it’s a brilliant opportunity to put the world at rights, how could I get promoted at work, what would I do if I bumped into various ex-boyfriends, what if I had moved to Spain like the original plan, or moved to France like they wanted, or if I was in charge of education, or a magazine, or everything else in the world.

Weekend Run

Weekend Run

The first long one I did on my own was this weekend, I did 4km on the canal, with a  two minute stop in the middle to make sure I was at the right bridge to turn round. It’s interesting the people you meet on the canal, from the young family enjoying an explore through the inner city canal walk, the old man walking his little dog, other runners far better than me, and the drunk man sitting on a bench at 11am. The only drawback on this route is that the inner-city canal work has a lot of locks, so a lot of up and downs and narrow tunnels and really breathy “ex-cuse-me-hhhhhhh!!!”. By the way, I’m calling this running instead of jogging with the hope to make me a bit more serious about it, to keep going through the Winter with the hope of cancelling my gym subscription come the Run in March.

Ooooooh YEAH!

Ooooooh YEAH!

This morning’s was a last minute option, because I’m off work for two days. This was a lot flatter, and country style because it was towards the university. Again I met the old man walking his dog, a lot of people on their way to work (one of whom was actually walking at the same pace I was running), cyclists, geese – but not the drunk man this time. Wooooo! Running Girl!

A Fat Girl’s Love/Hate of Exercise

I went running this week for the first time in ages. I did four times around the block, which is not much in total – only 1.6miles, 2.5km. I’m not sure how long I took, and I felt great afterwards – but bloody hell it nearly killed me! There are three blocks of flats on our development, all in a nice line so every walkway between was like a marker to start or stop running and walking. Like an idiot I started off so confident and fast pretty much like Mark on Peep Show, exactly the following happened, thanks to David Mitchell in Peep Show :

“Hey! Wow, I’m actually good at this. Maybe I’m a natural – yeah, I’m a jogger! Of course, there had to be a sport for me, I just never realised. Legs like two great steam locomotives, pumping away! I’m Cram, I’m Ovett, I’m unstoppable – JESUS, is that a stitch? Fuck, I’m gonna be sick, I need to walk. Oh, I think I’m gonna puke, I’m literally going to die, ugh, what an idiotic boob I was back ten or eleven seconds ago.”

Not great, but I used to run at the gym

Not great, but I used to run at the gym

It never used to be like this, I used to play sports, I used to walk, and go to the gym. I’m still paying for the stupid bloody gym, but get this – membership has gone up £3.00 a month since I joined, so if I freeze it and then decide I do want it again, I’d have to pay the increased price. So instead I’m paying for a gym I rarely use. Maybe I should look into the classes again, I used to go to an abs class at 06h20 on a Wednesday morning which again, killed me but I liked getting the exercise out of the way before work in the morning.

There are millions of excuses for not exercising : Got out late from work, Cooking Dinner, Got to ring the bank, Haven’t rang my Mom for three days, Scared of all the muscle and slim people in the gym, Need to plan for Guides, Masterchef’s on… Another one of mine is really stupid, I’ve got to cross over Broad Street to get to the gym and if I’m standing there waiting to cross for more than just a minute or so my motivation just disappears. Well I went on the roads this week and really I felt really good about it. I wasn’t counting calories, or timing myself, I just ran until I was tired and walked to the next marker and ran again. Maybe that’s what it takes, putting something immediate in place so I don’t lose motivation.

All the cakes in the world, and the yummy biscuits from the Wahaca book are all very well but there’s got to be a balance. It’s a vicious cycle, I eat a cake then I feel crap and won’t go to the gym then because I feel crap I eat another cake and feel even crapper and won’t go to the gym and round and round until the end of time! But I’ve signed up for a 10K run that I need to practice for. When I do exercise I feel brilliant, all pumped up for eating properly and getting out there again!