Thoughts For A Friday

Some random musings before the weekend begins - what I've watched, bought, worn, eaten, read and lusted after this week including pretty tableware, terrifying TV, chopped salads and new paint.

I am feeling VERY happy that it’s the weekend. Last week, I started a new exercise regime (regime being a very loose word when it comes to me and fitness but it sounds professional) whereby I walk on the treadmill for an hour every morning whilst watching Love Island. I told my sister about this on the phone today and her response was, ‘why don’t you RUN for twenty minutes instead, isn’t that easier?’. No, I can categorically say it is not. If there is one thing that I cannot and will not do, it is run. I would rather cut off my own head than go on a run. For me, there is literally no joy to be taken from running at all. Twice I ran Race For Life; when I say ‘ran’, I mean that I walked for a bit and then ran for a bit and hated every second of the running bit. But walking? That I can do. A couple of years ago, I walked 50km for OSCAR’s Charity with no training at all and was totally fine, although my toes suffered the consequences and I had to go to A&E the next day to have my toenails cut off (I KNOW). But still, I can do it. I am only on episode three, BTW (Joey Essex has just picked Samantha) but it’s keeping me going for four miles a day and I cannot WAIT to open a cold bottle of wine tonight in celebration of my previously unheard of consistency.