Back to school this week and Monday was my mum’s birthday too. I have been a good daughter this year and made sure she got some lovely flowers and a chocolate cake to go with it. Not that I have not done so in previous years but this year I had it all sorted days before and not made a last minute thing. Improvement from my part I would like to point out. You can’t wing everything in life.
As you might remember I had been in a bit of a mood over Christmas so I had cancelled our usual Christmas do due to you know who and there has not really been another opportunity to throw a bit of a party since. Now of course the has just been the glorious anniversary of my birth so Sunday was going to see a bit of a get together with a little barbeque. Nothing big, just a few friends and a lot of food.
It always surprises me how even a small event makes a lot of extra work. Against my usual colour sense, I went all pink this time. When I say pink I mean rose gold and lilac kind of shades. I still have an aversion to girly pinky pink and I don’t think that will ever leave me. I saw a woman in a bright pink puffa jacket recently and it scared the living daylight out of me. But as so often, I get side tracked here. I got an unholy amount of balloons for my do, and a helium canister too, because I don’t do things by half. And I do admit I was absolutely in love with my pastel coloured hearts floating about everywhere. There seems to be still a girly girl in me somewhere. After a frantic week with lots of shopping and baking, Sunday afternoon was a chilled affair that did me the world of good.
It definitely recharged my batteries and there was surprisingly little to tidy up afterwards although I am not entirely sure how that happened. As usual, there was too much cake left afterwards, but that was absolutely nothing to complain about. There can never be too much cake.
A week that starts with a surplus of cake can’t be bad at all can it? Normally not. But somehow this one was yet again a bit on the ‘meh’ side. Boring and uneventful. Nothing to report other than going to work and cooking dinner and all the dreadful household stuff you have to do that never gets any less. Bleugh.
I did however, finally, and I am ashamed to admit this, go back to running again. Not for the starting running again but very much for not doing so for erm …. about ten months. I am not overweight but after three kids, any excess fat I have very rudely accumulates around my waste and creates this look of permanent semi progressed pregnancy that is really unflattering. In other words I am sporting a muffin top that is decorating my favourite jeans in the most unflattering way.
Last year, I had been really disciplined with my diet and running and had a great figure over the summer, but then let it slip when we had a hot spell as I really struggle to run when it is extremely hot. So this was the week when I decided enough is enough and I need to exercise again. For body and mind. And to look better in those jeans again.
Dear Lord, I am an unfit blob. I did manage four runs. All around 3k, but I swear I was close to dying on every single one. My legs were killing me. My body aches and I sound like a steam train every time I am out there. But I will persevere. Because I like running. And if I repeat this often enough, I really will.
This week did not start with cake like the last one but at least it did with good intentions. After taking up my running again, I am sticking with it. It’s hard. But I fond dropping the little one to school and going right after the school run works a treat. Fingers crossed I see it through this time, it is quite hot the last few days and that was my undoing last year.
Work has been a doddle this week too, but then I managed to squeeze in a little visit to the motherland which has been a lovely and very welcome break. I spend the day in a beautiful city called Mainz, visiting the Chagall windows in St. Stephan, walking along the Rhine and the old city and eating way too much food. Not that difficult on the last count, I love German food (obviously) and walking makes me hungry as hell. Just like running. It was nice spending some time with my parents too, it is always a lot calmer and more relaxed without the boys there.
I am starting to get more and more homesick if I’m honest and I’m hoping to see a lot more of home in the future. I am even thinking about moving back a lot sooner than I originally planned, but for now I will not make any rash decisions and just appreciate the fact I live close to an airport. Yes, yes I am fully aware of my carbon footprint, but as long as those flights are on offer at a reasonable price, that plane will fly wether I’m on it or not. So for now, give me a break.
This week has officially been the end of my life. I am not joking. Last week, I had visited my GP because I have some unflattering issues with my stomach. Some days more, some days less, I sport a defined pregnant look. And I have been getting rather fed up with it as I am otherwise quite. So I have endured a number of tests – did I ever mention I am horrified of having my blood taken. One of them is a lactose intolerance test, which is done by means of exclusion as some of you might know. Well, as it turned out, cutting out dairy is bloody hard. Do you know how much milk powder is in the most randomest of things? All my lovely granola and muesli bars are out of window and I am stuck with those yucky and boring grain bars.
It also turned out that when I reintroduce milk into my diet, my shall we say ‘internal’ reaction gets so much worse every time. So undignified. And gross. TMI, I know. So it is safe to say, dairy is now my enemy. Which means no milk obviously. And no butter, no cheese, no cream cakes and a hell of a lot of other stuff I love to eat. Please kill me now. Also, why on earth is there milk powder in bread??
As my middle son is also lactose intolerant – and now I understand his suffering so much more – I am going to start changing most dairy products for the entire family to soy. And I’m experimenting with nut milks and so far coconut is definitely my favourite. Still, walking past the cheese counter brings tear to my eyes. I am however already experimenting with butter replacements in cake – I will not be defeated on this front, I just need to be a little creative. So far, I am stuck on making madeleines and they are delicious.
I might even start writing about my dairy free cake days, once I manage more than one type of the stuff. So watch this space.
Much love marvelous people. Candidly yours, TC.