No more tears, my tiara is falling

It’s such a gorgeous day today, the sun has been warm and shining. I’ve been up since just after 7am and have been to Body Combat and then spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon around my sisters house. Despite the lush weather and the endorphins from my morning workout I’m in the mopiest of moods. My hearts been a little broken by someone who doesn’t deserve it nor did he even know he had a piece of it to break. Tears have been cried, conversations re-run through my mind and messages re-read which conclude he’s an utter arse; yet I still care about him and can’t stop thinking about him! I’m certain that many women wouldn’t give a toss and wouldn’t shed a single tear for something they never had, but I’m such emotional one (I swear its being born under the sign of Cancer – Hard shell, soft centre) and I can’t help but feel shit; I’m a bitch with a heart after all. All good games come to an end at some point, I just prefer it when I’ve won, feeling like the loser completely sucks.

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So I need to start a new game, the game that prompted this blog – Mission Love Me!! As I’ve already mentioned I went to my second Body Combat class this morning, I worked up a real sweat (it helps when you’ve got someone to envisage punching the living daylights out of – Thank you Special Kind of Arse). I need to turn this deflated upsetting feeling around and use it as my drive to love myself (I can’t really blame SKoA for not loving me when I don’t even love myself).

My love hate relationship with good old Gym needs to be re-established, I need to get my Kim K down there as often as possible and make this body of mine as fabulous as possible – Fabulous body, gorgeous mind will equal a happy me (plus it will be nice to show certain A-holes what they’ve passed up on) I’m certain Phil and Charlotte will both help; Phil will kick me into shape at PT and Charlotte will be her lush self and will motivate me because she’s one of the nicest most gorgeous friends I have and she inspires me with everything she’s achieved (I need to bottle her up!)

I think I’m still massively in need of holiday. I’m in need of a break from everything and I think this has had an impact on my emotions over the past few weeks. I’ve got Florence (Part II) to look forward to and I’m going to Silverstone on the 1st September for 4 days (Day of Champion tickets have been booked – Fingers crossed I’ll bump into Valentino and he’ll fall in love with me). What else have I got to look forward to….Oh yes I’m seeing Alex Horne – The Horne Section next month and in October there’s Friends Fest and Valencia for the final MotoGP race of the season.

I had a really lovely catch up with two of my girlies last night – Prosecco can make things feel a little better and can also be entertaining when you’re taking pictures of the glasses filled with the sparkling bubbles, rearranging the table and annoying people surrounding us in the process – Oh well. I need to arrange more catch ups with my friends, I just don’t know where this year is vanishing to. I love having a busy diary not that my purse would necessarily agree. Being able to share the hilarity of my shambolic life with my friends and to have a giggle puts a smile on my face (I’m looking like a sad dog at the moment so I definitely need to get some dates arranged, I need to turn this frown upside down haha)

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This was just a short post, thought it might help to lessen my Mizzogness, I’m not convinced that it has, however I’ve not had weepy eyes for a while so that’s a bit of a positive.   My next post will probably be back to me moaning about how much I hate the gym (poor gym he’s always there for me and all I do is moan) but please feel free to remind me that my the blood sweat and tears will all be worth it! MISSION LOVE ME!

Thanks my lovelies.

L x

3, lost count & zilch.

I can’t believe how quickly last week flew! Seven days pasted in a flash. So what did last week see me getting up to? Well standard Monday – Starts with me as always being all Boomtown Rats asking the question “Tell me why I don’t like Mondays?” Once I’ve got halfway through the day my mardiness is at a high but stable level and I then have to try and psych myself up for PT. So I must admit I wasn’t looking forward to seeing Phil as I thought I would get told off for not going to the gym and for not doing that leg paralysing workout sheet he gave me the week before. To be honest I don’t think he was impressed with my lack of gym visits however I couldn’t walk; a simple visit to the toilet felt like it took about hour round trip, so there wasn’t much I could do really. Monday he went easy on me, thank god. But I’ve been told I need to bring my A Game this week – Eugh! This week Phil has told me we’ll be doing a HIIT session, now I’ve told him its more likely to be a LIIT or MIIT – I’ll fill you in next week (if I survive).

Tuesday evening I met up with my new gym buddy and fellow HWP member and we did our own little circuit sesh. We established that we are both moany bitches in our PT sessions, but apparently this isn’t reserved solely for our trainers, as we also bitched and moaned to ourselves doing the exercises we’d chosen and set up – Go figure. Wednesday as you know is my evening away from the gym. Thursday was the second HWP. Only half the group could attend this week, but we’re off to a promising start with a total of 11kg lost between the 5 of us there for weigh in. The food class covered portion control and the gym class this week worked on our core muscles. After the 30 minute gym class Helen was taking a Spin class and somehow managed to persuade 3 of us to join her. Well that may well be my first and last Spin class! It’s hard work and I was a sweaty mess at the end of the 45 minutes. I am however amazed that my legs did not ache at all post workout. I was convinced that I’d need a scooter to get around Friday/Saturday, but no, my legs completely surprised me and caused me no issues what so ever. Amazing! So perhaps I need to give Spin a second chance.

There was no gym Friday night (sorry Phil) because I had a dinner date with one of my besties for a very long overdue catch up and gossip. Now I had intended to be good and sensible and not actually drink lots (I’ll admit now that I also had a cheeky Pinot a lunch) but some evenings don’t go to plan and a number of cocktails were consumed – Oops! How do you go from classy civilised Cosmopolitans and Espresso Martini’s to copious messy cheap Hubba Bubba cocktails?? The evening goes from Sex and the City to Towie in a clink of a plastic glass. Oh dear. This being said I did as always have a fabulous evening – Thanks Chick – Mwah x

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Thankfully I had foreseen that Friday night could get a little messy and I’d pre-empted a Saturday morning hangover and so took some Ibuprofen at the start of the evening. I got to my sisters (my night out crash pad) around 3am was asleep by around 3:30am and alive and kicking at 8:30am Saturday morning. Impressive given the nasty cocktails we’d been drinking. Now although I was feeling fine, I still opted to have a lazy Saturday spending half the day with my sister before heading home. Sometimes a chilled out weekend is required (I am getting old after all).

Yesterday I had a lush day with my sister and mum and we went for a walk / hill climb at Beacon Hill. This place has been on our doorstep all these years, but it was actually the first time we’ve ever been there. Gorgeous views of the Berkshire and Hampshire countryside and Highclere Castle aka Downton Abbey. After our trek we headed back to my sisters for a scrummy roast dinner. Yummy. After dinner I headed home to watch the MotoGP race which saw my Yamaha boys clinching the first and second step of the podium – Yay. So the weekend concluded on a high just as it had started on Friday evening.

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Sadly there have been no dates this week and subsequently no board games played. A potential date with the cute Italian may be on the cards for Sunday, but nothing is set in stone just yet. I will of course keep you posted.

Hope you all have a fantabulous week.

L x