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Suntan = Sun Damage

Summer’s here  and I have screwed up!

Some time ago I booked to have a facial peel.  Not the full laser scorch your skin off version, but a milder chemical one.  I had it done 2 weeks ago and since then have had to stay right out of the sun.  This didn’t seem like it was going to be a problem when I first booked it as Summer did not look like it was going to happen, and so you can all thank me that the day I had my face done Summer arrived with a bang!

Ironically, the whole reason that I had to have this peel is due to the Sun in the first place and so I want everyone, especially younger readers to take note of this because it is important.

I have unsightly brown marks on my forehead and cheeks which have been caused by the sun. Not from sunburn as I’ve never burnt, but from general sunbathing. The condition is called Melasma, and I did it in my teens and twenties when I used to lie in the sun all day with NO sun-protection. As I said, I never burnt, I used to be the envy of all as I went beautifully brown with no  worries.

The worries began when I was about 35 when the brown marks first started to appear. It’s a time-bomb.  You do not have any idea that you’ve done it at the time the damage is caused.  It shows up later in life and does not go away.  It gets worse.

Mine started with a freckle on my forehead that began to spread. Now it’s all over my forehead, and down the sides of each cheek, and it’s still developing now around my mouth.

I’ve worn factor 30 to factor 50 on my face for the past 15 years but the damage was done long ago and it is still manifesting itself.

This peel is only the latest thing I’ve tried to get rid of it. Nothing has worked previously and I’ve spent over £1000 before now.  There currently is NO guaranteed remedy.  This latest attempt has cost me £400 and I may have to have it repeated 2 or 3 times with no guarantee that it will clear the marks. So far I can’t really see a difference, but it’s a 4 week programme of aftercare with fade cream, so we’ll see.

ALWAYS WEAR FACTOR 50 ON YOUR FACE WHATEVER AGE YOU ARE AND WHETHER YOU TAN OR BURN.

There are many brands these days that offer lotions especially for the face/neck/chest area which you can use under make-up in place of your normal moisturiser, or just on their own at the beach.

Another thing to remember is that sun lotion like many other cosmetics has a use by period.  To know what it is, look on the labelling, and you will see an emblem of a little round pot with the lid off.  It will have a figure in it for example, 12M, or 24M, this gives the number of months that the product still works after it has been opened.

If you are like me you’ll have no idea of when you opened it, so its always worth making a note in your diary, on your phone or somewhere else that you’ll remember, of the name of the product and the date that you first used it.  Particularly for sun lotion as often we take a bottle over from one year to the next, and it might be OK after 12 months, but after that it could be absolutely useless.

Watching a skin care expert on TV recently, he said that a normal sized bottle of sun lotion (always factor 30 or above) should last you one and a half days if you’re applying it correctly, i.e. a thick layer 3 times a day.

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End of Juneathon NOT a TOTAL fail !

Sooooooo.  I’ve just noticed that I haven’t blogged Juneathon since 7th June.  OK Fail at the blogging part of it this year……BUT……..SUCCESS at the exercising!!!!!! YES YES YES!!!!

I actually did something EVERY single DAY!

Because I’m doing Julia Buckley’s 12 week Fatbusting Course which I am sticking to rigorously, I have had to exercise nearly every day (we do get rest days) and because of Juneathon I’ve even done a little something on the Fatbusting rest days.  How about that then!!!

I am definitely stronger now than when I started, I can even manage a few proper press-ups, which I’ve NEVER been able to do in my life.

We’re entering Phase 3 of the fatbusting today.  One of the sessions is called “Belly Shred”  What??????!!!!

I also managed to do a couple of runs.  My Hamstring injury has completely healed up and my Achilles seems OK, but I”m not pushing it, so just doing short runs 5k, and building up again.

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Earlier this month I took my Mum on a cupcake decorating day.  We went to the lovely Victoria Gadsdon’s house in Woking and did the Vintage Cupcakes Class. I’ve previously been to another of Victoria’s classes at her other location in Norwich, where I learned Cupcake Decorating for Beginners.

Both classes are a delight.  They’re completely about decorating and technique and I have learned SO much from them.

Mum thoroughly enjoyed herself, and Victoria seemed to take a bit of a shine to her (Teacher’s Pet!) because Mum reminded Victoria of Mary Berry.

Here are some pics of the cakes I did.

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THESE FIRST THREE ARE FROM THE CUPCAKES FOR BEGINNERS COURSE

THE NEXT TWO ARE THE VINTAGE CUPCAKE COURSE

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6 for 6

Fatbusting was a rest day today so that was good-timing for the  leg.  I did 20 mins slow swimming in the pool for Juneathon and so job done.

 

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Day 5 – How can I injure myself more…. Oh I know – Go shopping!

Why didn’t I think of that before, after all my Achilles injury stems from a shopping trip at Christmas, so why not give this hamstring a real knockabout and go Designer!

I met one of my old friends at Bicester Village this morning.  I’d really been looking forward to it, we haven’t seen eachother for ages and we shop well together.  We both like sparkly stuff and we’re also both honest with eachother about what looks good and what does not. Cathy and I went to New York together for our first trip there and had a ball. I needed sunglasses today and I knew she wouldn’t let me buy a pair that didn’t suit.

We were meeting at 10.00 for brunch at Carluccio’s and I arrived at 9.55, parked easily and headed to the restaurant.

Bicester Village is set out very prettily all the shops look like little clapboard houses and the “street” is paved with slightly rustic, slightly uneven paving stones.

I was hurrying along to get there on time when suddenly I tripped….. caught my toe on one of the rustic paving stones and went into a headlong stumbling dive that seemed to last for minutes but was only a couple of seconds as I nosedived towards the window of a shop.  Fortunately I managed to stop myself from falling right over, or smashing my face against the glass, and righted myself, walking off in a hurry and pretending that I’d meant to do that and I hope no-one saw me because I felt so stupid.

I also felt so sore.  It was my hamstring leg that I tripped on and which took the full force of the stagger. I actually started shaking because it hurt so much, but obviously I’m too cool to let on or cry, so I kept walking and got to the restaurant, sat down and took some deep breaths while my hands stopped trembling.

Cathy turned up minutes later and we had a lovely brunch and catch-up before setting out hopping, I mean shopping .

We’d sat there for about an hour which had given my leg a chance to get over the shock and so when we went out it wasn’t too bad, but I knew it was worse than yesterday. We had a lovely time and bought a few bits and pieces, and found a pair of sunglasses that she said suited me.  I however wanted to look in ALL the shops at ALL  the sunglasses before I made a decision, and a little later we found another pair which we said were nearly as nice.

Then I couldn’t decide at all, so we went back to the first shop which was about halfway up the “street”, but on second thoughts we decided that the second pair were better. (Are you keeping up?).

She carried on back to another shop where she wanted to try on a pair of shoes again, and I headed back to the second sunglasses shop and blow me if I didn’t trip on another paving stone exactly the same way.  I probably wasn’t picking my foot up so high because my leg was a bit sore, but after this trip I actually thought I’d ruptured my hamstring.  I felt sick with pain, but don’t worry, I was still too cool to let on, ( I have a remarkably high pain threshold and a strong aversion to “showing myself up” in public) so I sallied on to the second shop, which happened to be Jimmy Choo where the assistant recognised me straight away and knew I’d come back for the sunglasses, so while she was running around getting a case for them and polishing them etc, I sat down and tried to assess the damage.

There was nothing I could do about it, I had to walk back the whole length of the shopping village as I was meeting Cathy back at the other end near where my car was parked, so I just got on with it and walked.  I’m sitting here now with my leg on a bag of ice and when I can manage the stairs I’ll grab one of Mike’s extra strong anti-inflammatory tablets and see if that helps at all.

I haven’t done today’s workout yet, but it will be fatbusting Phase II Furnace, which I can do in the swimming pool so the cold water will help my leg and it shouldn’t hamper me too much today.

PLEASE can I get through the rest of the month without hurting myself any more, I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself now.   But I have got a nice pair of Jimmy Choo Sunglasses! Yippeeee!!!!!IMG_2424

What would be the point in me buying these beautiful things, I’d only trip over again.

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SWAG!!

 

 

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Day 4

Up bright an dearly this morning in order to be at my Dad’s house by 9.00 to meet a nurse.  I will not go into any detail on this, just to say that in spite of there clearly being a problem, the person with it absolutely refused to acknowledge that fact and the nurse went away having done the “quickest assessment I’ve ever done”.

V. Glad I bought him a new washing machine recently.

Then to Mums to give her another lesson on Windows 8, aka The Operating System of the very Devil.

I have no idea how to operate Windows 8 myself, and because her new laptop came equipped with it, I’m having to learn it on the hoof via You Tube and then teach it to her.

I dislike it immensely.  I can see the potential if you have a touchscreen computer but on an ordinary laptop it is a nightmare. Its just so different.  Fine if you’re a youngster, but if you’re in your 80s its like learning how to use a computer all over again, and its not so easy. Every single thing is done differently. It knocks the confidence of someone who is proud to be able to use a computer then suddenly can’t.

Janathon today was a Legs Glutes and Core Metabolic Workout for the fat busting .  I think I’m going to be rather sore tomorrow.

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Day 3 Done

Phase Two Metabolic Blaster in Julia Buckley’s 12 week Fatbusting Course

Yes it’s as diabolic as it sounds.

Day 3 blog – Done.

Me – Done in.

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Juneathon Day 2

I did say I’d explain why the aqua work yesterday instead of a run.

I am so buggered!

I seem to have pulled my hamstring.

I ran the other day for the first time in 3 months because of the Achilles problem I’ve had and I actually loved it.

The following day the back of my thigh really hurt but I thought that was fine just a bit of overexertion, but it’s got worse and worse and yesterday when I tried to run, I actually couldn’t.  My left hamstring hurt so much that I couldn’t do it.

I didn’t believe it at first, got off the treadmill for a few minutes then decided that I was being a wimp and tried again, but no, I can’t run. On the first day of what is supposed to be my best ever Juneathon!!!

AsI had to do something, both for Juneathon, and for the Fatbusting, I did HIIT in the pool which was actually very good as it worked my wimpy arms a lot.

What was not so good is that while we’ve been away, the ducks have taken full advantage of the swimming pool and it was covered in floating duck poo and slime.

So don’t anyone say I’m not dedicated because I still got in and did it.  (Can you get Typhoid from duck poo?)

I’m a physical wreck today. I seem to have been bitten by a mosquito on my lower eyelid. It started to feel sore yesterday morning, and by last night it was quite red and swollen.  I wondered if it was some sort of infection, then when I went to bed I noticed a couple of other bites on my arms and so although it sounds like a rather bizarre thing to wish for, I hope that I do have a mosquito bite on my eyelid, rather than anything I need to go to the Dr. for.

When I got up this morning, I put my right foot on the floor, (Grumpy Achilles always sore first thing), hobbled, put my left foot down, (Hamstring leg) and lurched sideways across the room to the bathroom, where I glanced in the mirror and noticed my half closed, red-looking eye. A fairly passable imitation of Quasimodo.

The mosquito eye is not being helped by what I saw out of the window of the plane yesterday as we were descending.  England’s Yellow and Pleasant Land!

If you have not seen this country from above lately, let me tell you that it is bright acid yellow  there is so much Oilseed Rape in bloom.

I am v. allergic to Oilseed Rape pollen and we have a field of the stuff right next door to our garden. There is no hope for me.

This morning I *swam lengths for Juneathon, I lost count of how many but I swam for 20 mins, quite gently because of the leg.  I had to give the fatbusting a rest today as I need this leg to get better.

(*Duck poo gone because v. good husband cleaned pool yesterday afternoon)

If you don’t watch Britain’s Got Talent, then you will have missed the most beautiful act that was on last night.  They are called Attraction. Here it is.  Do watch it, I defy you not to cry.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JOZS_Vq6eKw&feature=share

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Juneathon!!

1st June!!

This can mean only one thing – JONATHAN!!!  No No NO Stupid Autocorrect – JUNEATHON!!!

Typing this on the return flight of our trip to Spain, I am smug in the knowledge that this year I am CERTAIN to do Juneathon properly for the first time, because of the Fatbusting!! 

As following the Julia Buckley 12 week fatbusting programme causes me to exercise 6 days out of 7, this means that I only have to force myself to do one extra day a week to meet the demands of Juneathon, i.e. Exercise every day of June, log it and blog about it.

(For the sake of everyone’s sanity, I’m not going to post my blogs on Facebook every day as they can get a little tedious during the ‘athons, but I will Tweet and #Juneathon them so my fellow Juneathoners know I’m doing it).

So, how is the fatbusting going?  Well – hmm. We’ve been out to eat every day this week, and at home I’ve eaten a lot of fruit.  For the first time ever, I have been in Spain for 9 days and have not once had an alcoholic drink at home.  Not one bottle of wine was opened in the house, but I did share a bottle with Mike each evening when we were having dinner.   It was his holiday too and it’s not so fun having a meal out with someone who isn’t drinking if you are.  I did however stick to fizzy water or diet coke for aperitifs while he had Spanish Sized G&Ts.  He liked this because it meant that I had to drive everywhere!

However, due to the meals out, even though I stuck to the basic principles of lowish-carb, highish-protein and no processed foods, I have actually put on a few pounds.

I’m not particularly worried though, because my clothes are still looser.  (Don’t ask me how this happens but it’s happening).

It’s quite easy to stick to the healthy eating in Spanish restaurants so long as you leave the patatas fritas (chips/french fries). I’ve had steak, fish, chicken, prawns, Jamón, cheese, melon, assorted tapas, salads galore, grilled vegetables, and barely any desserts. 

Lying in the sun without a drink and some crisps has been a little bothersome, but fizzy water helped, together with that most baffling of Spanish snacks beloved of ageing Spanish men, and children– Pipas. 

Pipas are salted Sunflower seeds in their shells. 

You do not eat the shells. You have to crack them with your teeth and spit out the splintered remains then eat the miniscule seed inside, which creates a disproportionate amount of work for a very tiny reward and hardly any calories.

Wherever you see groups of Spanish men deep in discussion about their pigeons or the general state of Spain in ‘El Crisis’ or the shortcomings of their wives, which they would never dare to mention at home,  you will find a carpet of broken sunflower shells. 

I’ve done all my workouts except for yesterday when I for some bizarre reason just completely forgot.  How did I forget?  I’ve been doing this for 4 weeks now, I work out 6 days a week, and yesterday I just forgot! I worry about my brain sometimes.  It doesn’t matter, yesterday will have to be my day off for this week which I suppose has turned out well as I can’t take a day off after today due to the abovementioned Juneathon.

Luckily we arrive home today at lunchtime, so I’ll have plenty of time to get yesterday’s workout fitted in this afternoon.

9 days ago when I left the UK, I was pleased with myself because I had upped my dumbbell weights to 2.5kg.  Now I’m at 6 kg!!!   This is such a significant difference I’m astonished.  Even though there are other people on the course lifting far higher weights, for me this is a massive amount and clearly it’s only going to keep on getting heavier.   I don’t want arms like Madonna, but Jennifer Aniston has the loveliest arms and I’d like them to be as shapely as hers.

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Jennifer Aniston – soon you will not be able to tell us apart!

 

We move on to Phase II of the fatbusting on Monday.  The new exercises have yet to be revealed to us but I’m intrigued to discover what we have to do next.

Some of you may remember my Running Pants Crisis of a few months ago.   Well I have sorted it out.  I’ve bought a pair of RunBreeze Runderwear Running Pants. I like them! They are substantial enough to be worn on their own with a decent sports bra if you’re working out at home, and they also work well under running tights or capris, not riding-up or chafing anywhere I’ve noticed so far. 

If you are not familiar with RunBreeze gear then I strongly recommend it.  Their anti blister socks are the best I’ve found so far, thick, double skinned and reasonably priced.  I find them far better than 1000 mile socks which I used before.

Their tops and tights are also very good and excellent value for money. 

Between today and 10th June, RunBreeze.com are doing a 50% off sale on their Tees, Vests and Shorts so now’s a good time to try them out. Enter the word ‘SUNSHINE’ in your basket at checkout.

On the subject of Sports Bras, HelsBels wrote an informative piece on the subject recently specifically relating to the larger bosomed lady.

One more thing that I am going to mention today is Matcha Tea Sugar Destroyer Bend.

When I started the fatbusting, I resolved that I was not going to buy into any crazy food fads, just do healthy eating.  So I bought the Quinoa and we all know how that turned out.  Resolve hardened, I then received an email relating to Matcha Tea, which is supposed to be extra high in antioxidants and particularly effective at aiding weight loss.  The company that emailed me is quite fashionable and their product was very expensive, but my interest piqued I Googled ‘Matcha Tea’ and found this blend.

 

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I still don’t particularly believe that drinking any type of tea will help you to get slim, but what this does is something special.  It takes away your sense of taste of ‘sweet’.

The tea comes in a green powder form, and you mix half a teaspoonful with a small amount of hot water in a bowl and then drink it down in one like a shot. 

After I did this the first time, I then sceptically took a grape, bit into it, and actually spat it out into my hand, it was disgusting.  Unable to believe it, I dug around in the back of the cupboard and found a bag of Haribo, popped one into my mouth and……… yup, spat it right back out.  I could sense the sourness, but no sweet and so no fruity flavour.  It was fascinating.   I spent an amusing 15 mins spitting things out. 

I tried it again an hour later, and I could begin to taste the grape but it still wasn’t nice and the Haribo had started to taste fruity but still no sweetness.

It’s not actually the Matcha that creates this effect, it’s the herb that it’s blended with, ‘Gymemna Sylvestre’ which is also known as The Sugar Destroyer.

The genius of this is, that if like me, you really do get sugar cravings, especially after a meal when you haven’t had a dessert, then take a shot of this stuff, and fill your bowl with ice cream or whatever you fancy.  I guarantee you won’t eat it because it won’t have any taste at all.  Psychogically if you try to eat something sweet but it has no taste, or a horribly altered taste, then sooner or later you’re just going to stop wanting to try it.

I’ll have to finish this later to add in what I did today for Juneathon in order to fulfil the requirements.

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Today for Juneathon, and for my fatbusting, I did HIIT in the swimming pool for reasons I will reveal in tomorrow’s blog as this one is going on a bit. 

Laters!

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Crabs and Seagulls

The fat-busting continues.  I have religiously done all the prescribed workouts, and I AM getting better at them.  Some exercises continue to defeat me though.

Back extensions:  To do these you lie face down on the floor and then either lift your arms and chest off the ground or lift your legs off the ground.   Well I can barely move.  You try it!

In her instructional video Julia Buckley bows her back upwards in an alarming and unnatural fashion, and one’s first thought is “Phone an Exorcist, the woman’s been possessed!”

If however, anyone walked in on me attempting these moves they’d be more likely to think that I’d overdone the exercise, collapsed and was lying on the floor just twitching.  Their first thought would be “Paramedic!” rather than Paranormal.

I’ve been quite alarmed at my lack of bendiness, and so I decided to try to do a ‘Crab’.  Not being a follower of the Kama Sutra, this is a position my body has not been in since I was about 10 years old.

As I recalled, I used to lie on my back, feet on floor, and hands on floor behind my head and…… LIFT.  Nothing! No movement.  My spindly arms do not have the strength to lift my upper body. Something needs to be done.

To this end, we also use weights.  I started with 2kg dumbbells which was difficult, but 2 weeks in I was proud to move up to 2.5kg dumbbells.  I was devastated then to read a query on our secret Facebook page from another participant who is currently lifting 12.5 kg and needs a heavier set of weights because that’s too easy!

So, I have another goal.

By the end of this torture programme, my back needs to be bendy enough, and my arms strong enough to do a Crab!

In the meantime and on the very positive side, I’ve lost half an inch from my bust, my waist and my hips since I started, and although I haven’t lost much weight, that’s fine because I’m building muscle instead.  Even I can see that I look slimmer round the middle, the muffin top is shrinking which is excellent, I really hate that bit!!

Last week, I went to Brighton with Mum and her Ladies Lunch Club.  We went on a Coach!  I have only been to Brighton once about 20 years ago, so I was looking forward to the trip.

After we arrived Mum and I went on the Brighton Ferris Wheel.  It was a lovely sunny day and we could see for miles and there was an interesting commentary giving facts about Brighton.  So, after finding out all we needed to know, we set off for a spot of shopping.

Something a visitor needs to know about Brighton which was not mentioned on the commentary is that along the pavement part of the promenade, between the sea wall, and the road, there is a painted-on bike lane.

Reasonably, the cyclists whizz up and down this as they’re allowed to do and stay safe from the traffic.

However, if you are a pedestrian and new to Brighton, and you are walking down the Prom on the pavement looking around you and at the sea, you do not know or see the painted cycle lane and so you innocently step onto it, in front of a cyclist on a racing bike sprinting down the Prom.  If you are lucky like my mother, you have your darling daughter at your side, who yanks you out of harm’s way with a whisker to spare.  If you are not, there must be accidents daily.  It is not well thought out.

Another thing that visitors to Brighton need to know is that it is wise to always carry and use an umbrella even on the sunniest of days.

As we were crossing the main road, at a Pelican crossing something that must have been the size of a flaming Pelican pooped on me from out of the sky!!! My audience was three lanes of static traffic.

People say it is lucky if a bird poops on you. Idiots!

The only lucky thing about this was that I was wearing a leather jacket and I had wet wipes in my bag.

Poor Mum was given the task of wiping me down whilst I demanded that she check scrupulously that nothing had gone in my hair.

After this we finally hit the shops! Brighton has good shops.  They also have a little area called The Lanes, which does actually comprise lots of little lanes with tiny boutiques and cafes.  It’s not quite as quaint as I remember, but we found a fab little seafood restaurant for a snack as we hadn’t had breakfast and treated ourselves to Avocado with Prawns – Mum, and Crab – me, and of course a glass of crisp white wine to recover from the Pelican incident.   (Someone said it might have been a Seagull, but a Seagull must be entirely filled with poop to pour that much out of the sky!)

Looking at the shops, many of them were second-hand jewellery shops.  I have a particular aversion to second-hand jewellery.

To my mind, there can only be 5 reasons why jewellery has been sold and none of them are good.

1)   A broken engagement

2)   Divorce

3)   Death

4)   Someone is in such a bad way financially that they have to sell their jewellery because they need the money

5)   It’s been stolen.

So as far as I’m concerned, unless it’s been passed down in the family. second-hand jewellery comes with bad luck and I don’t want any of it.

We did find a fab Kitchen gadgets shop called Steamer and spent probably an hour in there browsing the gadgets and yes, buying stuff we didn’t know we needed.  I have secretly assimilated it into my kitchen at home without Mike noticing and giving me the “For Christ’s sake haven’t you got enough crap?” lecture.

We also found a super dress shop called Dollydagger selling retro 50’s dresses. They had the most beautiful red polka dot dress in the window which I don’t think I could get away with, but was a very cheery thing to see.

Afternoon Tea at The Grand Hotel finished the afternoon before we got on the coach for home.

An added bonus was that there were so many roadworks on the M25 on the way down, that the coach driver decided to go the other way round on the way back so we had a complete tour of the M25 thrown in for free. What Luck!

Slightly less lucky was that the junction for the M1 was closed due to an accident and the air ambulance being called.

I discovered later that this was because the idiot known as George Michael had fallen out of the passenger door of the car that he was travelling in and landed in the middle lane of the motorway in rush hour traffic.

How do you do that??????

I’m typing this on the plane on the way down to Alicante.  (No, not online)  We’ve left Buster at home with Frances his dog-sitter and are taking another week or so in the sun and to try to deal with our increasingly irritating, business interests in Spain.

As I’m typing this we’re actually just going over the Pyrenees.  It’s quite fascinating to see the weather down below change from one side of the mountains to the other.  It was cloudy down below when we were over France, now I can see down to the snow-capped mountains and looking ahead into Spain it’s just plain clear blue sky!

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So I cooked the Quinoa…….

Well then what are you supposed to do with it???

I didn’t think this out.

In my bid for healthy-eating to go with my Fat-busting course, I purchased Quinoa for the first time today.

Knowing that Mike would no more eat Quinoa than dance the Hornpipe, I bought him some Mussels.  We also had fresh Asparagus from the garden to eat.  I steamed the Asparagus, and did the Mussels in a white wine sauce and put the Quinoa on to boil.

We had the Asparagus for starters.  Mine with a little smear of butter, Mike’s was more like Butter with some asparagus in the way.

I put his Mussels in a bowl and served them with a slice of home-made bread.

Then I drained the Quinoa. I hadn’t really thought about what to do with it, so I quickly looked online for recipes and almost all of them seem to call for pomegranate seeds or feta cheese.  Not sure why.  I had neither, so I improvised with a couple of tomatoes chopped up with olive oil and salt.

It wasn’t very nice.

Must add Pomegranates and Feta cheese to my shopping list.

Any Quinoa recipes gratefully received.

The fat-busting progresses. Yesterday I had to do a Total Body Blast. Yes, it was as bad as it sounds. It all looks so easy on paper – just do it each exercise for 30 seconds then have a lovely rest for 60 seconds. Bah!

You try it. Burpees?? I don’t think I’ve ever done a Burpee before, let alone done them for 30 seconds which let me tell you is a very long time!  I did not look like Julia does in her instructional videos, all long lean and bouncy.  I looked a like a crawling toad.

The only mirror in the room is at waist height, and so doing the standing up exercises, which require a bit of jumping around, allows me an alarming view of my midriff – tummy and thighs – flobbling about and forcing me to carry on beyond what I feel I can do in a desperate effort to make   it    go    away!!!!!

Today’s workout was another horror, also easy on paper and shockingly punishing when put into action.  Agains sets and repetition.

It’s amazing how quickly you work up a sweat doing what seem to be gentle exercises.

I am fortunate though to have a training partner who is keen to give me a rub down in between sets. Or should I say a lick-down…

Yes Buster Ivory does love a work-out.  He gets thrillingly excited as soon as I start.  He rolls around on the floor “helping”  and if I have to do press-ups,  well that clearly is me doing a dog-style play-bow and inviting him to leap at me and batter me with his front legs.

In between sets while I am collapsed on the floor, he licks me all over to get rid of the sweat ln the style of a boxing trainer.  Well, not exactly in the style of a boxing trainer as I don’t think I ever saw Terry Lawless licking Frank Bruno.

I’ve got hayfever! I get it every year very early usually starting in March.  It even started in March this year with snow everywhere. It then gets worse for the rest of the Summer and usually fades away in October.  I’ve tried the usual good ideas, like eating local honey, fo example and they don’t work!  The only things that help a little are CHEMICALS, having worked my way through Zirtek, Piriton, Clarityn, all the usual suspects, the only thing that works for me now is Neoclarityn/Desloratidine. Sadly this year, even that is failing me, and my eyes are streaming even as I type this.

The fact that Oilseed Rape is one of my worst triggers, and there’s a flipping great field of the stuff right next to our garden is NOT helping. Grrrrrr!

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My Training Partner

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