Love Me

The Moans

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So perhaps there is something to say for endorphins – I’ve always pooh poohed the concept that there is such a thing as happy hormones, but having been totally and utterly shit for pretty much a whole year with regards to gym visits my moody miserable bitchy hormones (I simple call them The Moans) have been spiralling out of control and have taken me to a whole never level of Mizzog. So I think those little ‘Dolphins’ (dolphins always seem so happy don’t they) aka endorphins have in the past helped counter balance ‘The Moans’.  So I 100% need to get my lardy Kim, Kourtney and Khloe Kardashian combined sized arse back in the gym – I need some happy in my life and I’m certain my on again off again love, Gym can help me; so tonight I have got back on the wagon (or bike in this case) to start my quest to find some happiness (mission love me recommences for the hundredth time!)


So the reason for the lack of posts is plain and simple there’s been No Gym, some Gin (thanks to Craft Gin Club and my birthday) and No Games what so ever have been played (certainly no scrabble!!).

Although I’ve had the odd burst of gym enthusiasm over the past year, my visits have dwindled so much that I’m shocked every time I do manage to walk through the door and my card allows me through the barrier. I’m very much back to square one! Fitness levels are non existent right now, I managed 20.5km on the bike tonight in 65 minutes – Pathetic! And following my recent trips (oh yeah they’ve happened in the time since my last post, along with my birthday and my sisters) evidence of everything I’ve eaten and drunk over the past few months has taken residence on my stomach! Joy!  

My holiday in Barcelona was lush – Had the best time. It was relatively lazy, I’m really not sure how Mum and I managed to get some much of the touristy bits done last time we went, but because we had seen so much already we just enjoyed the city and the gorgeous Spanish sun. Race day on the Sunday was particularly hot especially being sat on a stand with no cover what so ever; my freckles definitely got topped up! We spent a day at the beach, I managed to have a little swim in the sea, and just enjoyed some much needed R&R. Following on from our last visit where I took my Mum to Uma (an alternative restaurant, think Heston wacky) I booked us into a more suitable restaurant this time around – Accès (www.acces-bcn.com/en) it was amazing! Staff were a delight and the food was outstanding; my Mum actually said that it’s the best meal she’s ever had. Throughout the holiday I also enjoyed numerous gin and tonics and sangria – It would have been too rude not to – Me gusta gin y tónicos y sangría.


Me and Sissy also spent a lovely weekend in Edinburgh (pre birthday girlie getaway). We flew up from Southampton on a little noddy plane (terrifying). Checked into the hotel and then had a little look around before heading back to the room to get ready for dinner. We had booked into Forage and Chatter (www.forageandchatter.com) and had the most amazing steak, it was delicious, so yummy. It would appear that Forage and Chatter is the place to go as Justin Trudeau visited a few days later whilst staying in the city. My sister then found an absolute hidden gem of a bar called Panda & Sons (www.pandaandsons.com) Such a cool place, from the outside it looks like a barber shop, you walk downstairs and through the bookcase door into the bar. Table service so no pushing and queuing, cocktails delivered right to you – Amazing!  We spent the next day exploring the Castle and the sights and then as we were in Scotland thought it was only fitting to try some Whiskey, so we went on the Whiskey Experience (which following on from the Bananaman cocktail my sister had had in Panda the night before we weren’t so sure how much of a good idea this was). All went well and we both found whiskeys that we like – It will obviously never be my tipple of choice, no spirit can replace my love for gin.


Although I’ve been feeling completely low and out of sorts of late, I have shared some really lovely fun family days with my Mum and Sister namely at stately homes and palaces. On my birthday we spent the day at Blenheim Palace and then a few weeks later we took a day off work and visited Hampton Court. Our family days have had a rather regal grand theme to them. Last Monday was my sisters birthday, she wanted to visit The Tate Modern so that’s exactly what we did. I was very sceptical about this, however I found myself appreciating some (you can’t appreciate all of it, a yellow Perspex triangle stuck on the wall and varying filled levels of Coca-Cola bottles are not art in my opinion, but what do I know?!?) We ended our visit with a scrummy afternoon tea at The Swan at The Globe (www.swanlondon.co.uk/afternoon-tea) complete with a Love Potion cocktail (I’m still awaiting the effects however)


To summarise, I’ve not been to the gym (and my tummy proves this) I have enjoyed some rather scrummy food (gin and sangria) in Barcelona, Edinburgh, Newbury (www.lussokitchen.co.uk = Best gelato and http://www.arigatodining.co.uk) and London (again my overindulgence is clearly visible).  

This time last year I was shattered and instead of turning a negative into a positive I’ve allowed this feeling to make me feel shit. Well enough’s enough and I need to take control again and to quote the gorgeous Bradley Simmonds I need to “Get it done” 

So watch this space 
L x

No more tears, my tiara is falling

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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

MOT Pass – Advisories – Body work requires some work

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So Friday evening I had another date with gym; as I said last week things are getting quite serious, and these dates are certainly helping with mission ‘Love Me’

Before my hot and sweaty session this week I had an MOT, yep like a car, I was checked and tested to see if I’m in good condition and working order. Good news is I passed, it would appear that both my PT and solo workouts are paying off – Yay! Internally I am apparently in tip top shape, fantastic, however there was an advisory, boo, which basically says my body work needs some work (tell me something I didn’t already know) So there’s obviously only one thing for it, I’m going to have to seriously up my game and as Nike preach “Just Do It”

With advisories for your car you’ve got a year to fix any issues, I’m giving myself 20 weeks to panel beat my exterior. In 20 weeks time my sister and I will been sunning ourselves, enjoying pizza, pasta, fine wine, gelato and that wonky tower in Pisa, on a girly holiday in Florence. Although no flights or hotels have been booked yet I am very excited!! Those who know me will know that for me to have to wait 5 months before jetting off somewhere will be tough – I love a holiday. I usually have at least two a year; last year me and one of my best friends had a girly weekend in Paris, then Mum and I had a 6 day break in Barcelona, primarily for the Catalunya MotoGP, but we also saw lots of the iconic sights and ate some amazing food (anyone going to Barca has to visit Uma http://www.thefork.com/restaurant/uma/48497 it’s fab) and then my final holiday of 2015 (yes sadly I only jetted out of the country 3 times, well twice actually plus 1 Eurostar journey) I went to Sharm El Sheikh in September.

On one hand September seems forever ago, on the other it seems like last week. I can honestly say that my week in Sharm was one of the best weeks I’ve had. I went on my own (the price a holiday loving singleton has to pay when all her friends are married or attached) well I say alone, I went back to a hotel my friend and I had stayed in a few years ago, a friend we met there in 2013 was working at the hotel so I knew I wouldn’t be completely on my own (although I hadn’t banked on his girlfriend, Polly Pocket, being there so that did change the dynamics somewhat)

With Polly kiboshing the holiday I thought I was going to have, I did what I love doing and I networked. I mingled and made friends and had a fantastic time. My new friends adopted me, we’d meet by the pool after breakfast, have some giggles into between swimming and sunbathing and then we’d have dinner together and drinks in the bar. They even managed to get me on the stage doing karaoke with them, taking me so far out of my comfort zone! Monday evening was Pool Party night – So much fun. We drank cocktails with every spirit known to man in, and topped it off with giant measures of Ouzo. I somehow managed to walk back to my room (after announcing to my new friends that I was going to the bar because I felt the party had finished too early, only to change my mind and zigzag my way across the complex to my room) which was freezing because I’d foolishly left the aircon on, doh! I dropped the towel that was wrapped around me and crawled into my bed, damp bikini still on, contact lenses still in and the next thing I knew the sun was shining and its Tuesday morning – Come on, that’s a good night and sums up the weeks shenanigans. Thank you The Greens & The Kenleys for my holiday memories.

I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait until June for my next holiday, and with the emails from Secret Escapes, Voyage, BA and Monarch (email subject “Fancy a little city break”) sitting in my inbox I’m certain my passport will see the light of day in the next few months! Anyone fancy a little trip with me?

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