Thoughts in the sunshine

The view from my blogging bench today

 
There are few better places than the Pantiles in the sunshine. I could gobble up a lobster and glass of Sancerre right now but OH NO it’s a fast day. Tragic truth right there. Myfitnesspal app tells me if I have more days like yesterday (a new strategy using a formula and a macro…fatbusting mathematics) I will wallop my target in 5 weeks. Ok then. Which brings me  to point 1 of my thoughts today:

1. Being IN THE ZONE

There seems to be no logical sense to when this occurs. It is possibly derived from a number of insulting comments or horrifying mirror in changing room incidents. Obviously a major event like a wedding or a big holiday can cause one to get IN THE ZONE (getting married didn’t for me until the bitter end whereby I tortured myself with the three day military diet and lost 3kg – but that’s another story). 

By being IN THE ZONE I mean the moment when the penny drops, the gluttony can continue no more, the turning point has been reached. The simple truth that doing more exercise and eating less will lead to a slimmer physique suddenly makes sense. Just as a school child accepts that pie is just a number to be learnt for no apparent reason, a husband accepts that his wife is simply right most of the time, being IN THE ZONE happens when there is an acceptance and a subsequent plan of action. It doesn’t seem to matter how many times this cycle has occurred in life. The moment of clarity repeats with the same chime of cymbals signifying a behavioural change. Weight loss amnesia had occurred but there is significant memory recovery in this important minute of truth. 

So I’d like to announce I am back IN THE ZONE. Expect a pre-baby-weight Anna in the next month or so. Oh yes. Strong. 

2. In an unrelated slipstream of inconsequential thought I have realised over the past month, no no, it has been underlined for me how much I like buying things. New things. A realisation would suggest I didn’t already know this. Of course I, my dad particularly and now my husband know this. Our families know this. My friends know this. We are trying to buy a house soon and we have also had the very expensive Monty shaped addition to our household so in light of this, Mr H suggested we embark on AUSTERITY MONTH. This happened in May. So May was somewhat depressing, commercially limiting, lacking in new things and really quite dull from that point of view. Gone were manicures, gone were meals out, gone were frappucinos or any kind of gift buying (a challenge given we have so many June birthdays), gone were impulsive purchases while browsing the shops with Chief Shopper Aide Baby Monty. Joy was sourced instead from simple pleasures such as spending the afternoon in the park with Monty and Finn. Taking them to the beach. 

  
We had fun, of course we did. Who needs stuff when there are two little love bundles, one furry, one dribbly. However June’s arrival was a joyous day. I have hugely enjoyed shopping for gifts for family members during my now condensed window of opportunity and certainly a rebalancing has occurred. Austerity is good here and there, but in my humble opinion over-rated. 

3. I don’t really have a third point, I’ve not done a huge amount of thinking today. My brain is going to have to speed up as I’m back to work next week. Intelligent thought to complete mush ratio looks something like 1:17 right now. That will change swiftly I’m sure! It may be painful for a few weeks so expect some woe and requests for sympathetic reading. My advice would be don’t give me any. Tough love. 

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