After nearly three weeks of no drinking (I know. Dry January is a real bitch. The 10 Pound Race is her evil sister.), we threw all rules out the window for a cheeky* weekend away in Bath. It was my first trip to the town and it was absolutely beautiful.
In case you haven’t heard, today is Blue Monday – the so-called most depressing day of the year. Apparently the day is based on an actual scientific equation involving the weather, personal debt levels and the disappointment of failed New Year’s resolutions.
Well, we’re two weeks into the 10 Pound Race 2.0, and the results are in. Here’s where we are so far.
So in my ongoing attempt to read the entire internet/never go more than 45 seconds without checking Facebook, I’ve come across several articles about these reversible sequin ‘mermaid pillows’.
WTF! Pillows You Can Draw On! … OMG! These Pillows Are Made From Unicorn Tears! … Holy Balls! Sequins Are a Thing!
I think my husband and my bedroom floor would both agree that I have a lot of clothes. Many of them are random pieces from Topshop or H&M that I bought for a tenner and wore once but can’t bring myself to throw away.
(Note: I wouldn’t say I’m a hoarder, but I’m definitely miles away from adopting the Marie Kondo method that everyone’s freaking out about.
Well, we’ve decided to do it again. Last year MR and I engaged in a friendly little weight-loss competition ahead of our holiday in Thailand. We raced to see who could lose 10 pounds the quickest and found great success. Sure, it took us an embarrassing 103 days to do it because we basically kept losing the last two pounds every week and then gaining them back every single weekend (thanks to booze, carbs and fun). But we did it, and that’s what matters. What does not matter is who won. (Me.)
One of the best things about the time between Christmas and New Year’s is the sales. Sure, it makes me cry a little to see the things that I’ve just purchased as gifts at full price are now marked down to the extreme… but it’s a great excuse to pick up a few new items.
I must be getting better at hiding my deviant behaviour because somehow I seemed to fool Santa into thinking I deserved a place on the Nice List this year. After some super subtle hinting, I ended up with a pretty fantastic collection of Christmas gifts. And yes, I am including a couple things I bought for myself in the Boxing Day sales, as you do.
Anyone who has attempted to diet or detox during the month of December knows that it’s a ridiculous concept. The social calendar quickly fills up with fun friend events, family gatherings and forced merriment with colleagues. All of which require a healthy amount of fizz – and an unhealthy amount of wardrobe stressing.