Pastures new

I officially hate moving. Even when nothing goes wrong and the whole thing doesn’t even fall into the “stressful move” category, it’s still a bore and a chore.

But tomorrow will be the last day of packing, until I move from the countryside to Wimbledon in July/August. I feel like all I have done this week is exercise, work, go home and pack/watch Britain’s Got Talent. Oh no wait, that is all I have done. Apart from playing in a hockey game on Wednesday evening, which resulted in a 2-2 draw.

The other day I had one of those awful shopping moments I hate. I was in Topshop and decided to try on some shorts – I will try a size 10 but no doubt these will be too small. I will then try on the size 12 or see if slimming down into the size 10 is feasible considering the current bikini mission I am still on. So I grab the size 10 and saunter off into the changing room. Feeling confident I slip on the shorts only to find they are huge! They are actually too big – oh my goodness, this has never happened before, I must have lost loads on bootcamp and trying to be good. Am I sure these are a 10? Oh no wait, the stupid shorts are a UK size 14 and a US size 10. For goodness sake, this is ridiculous and how annoying? To top things off they didn’t even have the blessed shorts in a 10 or a 12!

I would really like a smart pair of short shorts, to wear in England and potentially on holiday. My quest continues. This lunchtime I tried on a pair of size 12s cute coral shorts in Zara but they were too big. Soooo is bikini mission working? Yes it is, but slowly. I need to kick it up a gear. However this means, cutting out all bad/naughty things. If I’m going to be completely honest I could still improve my diet. My portions at dinner are far too big and they could easily be cut down. I also am still indulging my sweet tooth in the afternoon and evening. I need to stop. So to combat the afternoon sweet tooth – low fat biscuits, such as light digestives, light rich teas and oatcakes. Evening sweet tooth – I need to just stop. Having a yogurt should be my sweet thing and maybe a herbal tea but no more little bits of chocolate.

There is only 5 weeks left of the bikini mission but if I could lose 7 pounds in those 5 weeks that would be good. The past two weeks have felt like a good start but I could have done better. So running once a week before work and then again at the weekend. Swimming maybe twice a week in the evenings. That should be enough to get me ready and raring to go.

The big move happens tomorrow, I will be leaving London temporarily for a temporary countryside home. As its 25 degrees at the moment, it’s quite good timing. Although I am very sad to be leaving my first London flat and even sadder to be leaving my flatmate of 3 years. She is hoping to buy somewhere with her fiancé as they are getting married in August. Very strange to think that as we moved in together my boyfriend was only just beginning his medical degree and I was still a mere rabbit in the headlights to London living. She was a party-mad London girl born and bred who is now heading down the aisle for married life before me! We’ve had laughs, tears and great moments together and supporting each other over the past few years. I will keep the lovely memories and take them on with me forever

Happy Friday