I'm not going to even bother with excuses. I'm busy, you're busy, neither of us have time to worry about why I'm posting once a week. I promise - again - to try harder if you promise - please - to stick with me while I find my feet again and get back into the swing of things and maybe even pull a hereto forth unbeknownst time management skill out of the blue. I don't even know where that sentence is going any more.
Breakfast in bed with the boy | Treating myself to my favourite Lush face mask (and doing my best duck face selfie pose) | New fairy lights are up in my room... pretty, no? | Oh, yeah. I fell off the treadmill at the gym. That is how my life works | Cooking up a storm thanks to The Hairy Dieters... review as soon as I've tried out a few more dishes! | I also baked some less diet-friendly chocolate red velvet cupcakes (don't worry, I didn't eat them all - that's what male friends are for!)
As you can see, once again I've been doing so many boring but necessary things this week that I barely took any photos worth giving a hipster twist to. It's been a week of ups and downs - the most obvious of which being the treadmill incident. I haven't managed to build up the courage to return to the gym since, but that's all changing tomorrow. I also went out with my housemates on Monday night and didn't have to leave early due to anxiety - in fact, I danced 'til 2 AM to awful/brilliant 90's tunes (as all 90's tunes are) and was part of the last group to leave. For a twenty year old that shouldn't be something to be massively proud of, but since my last few attempts at what my mother calls 'clubbing' (which I realise is what it's called, but who says that?!) have ended in tears and panic, I am proud of myself. And yay. However, my anxiety then re-reared it's ugly head later in the week because I let myself get overwhelmed with work, so this week I'm trying to get a few things in place to stop that from happening again.
Also, I will not be trying to show off and do interval sprinting (sprintervaling?) on the treadmill in public again... ever. Carpet burns on your knees? Not a good look.
Rather than rounding off my rambling here, as I usually do, I'm going to not do that. You don't escape that easily! Instead, I'm going to try out a new thing - as well as sharing my pics from the week with you, I want to share a few of the things that have been making me happy in the last seven days, too, because you know what? A little positivity goes a long ole' way:
© The Big Reunion - if you follow me on Twitter, you might have seen me tweet my excitement about this ITV show earlier on in the week. If you're not familiar with it, frankly you're missing out. The Big Reunion basically documents the reunions of bands from the 90's who made the awful/brilliant music previously mentioned. Featured so far have been 5ive, Liberty-X, Atomic Kitten and 911. I genuinely got tearful at last weeks (if you've seen it - the guy from 911 talking about his marriage/divorce? You had to be heartless not to be moved!!). If you like the 90's, and sort of kind of wish we still lived in them, and also sort of kind of want to see if Kerry Katona can somehow pull it back together, and also really want to see what happened to B*Witched because they're on next week and their first album was the first music you ever bought for yourself - and on tape, no less - then watch this show. And be my best friend. If you don't like and miss the 90's... well then I have no words for you, because obviously you are soulless.
© The Hairy Dieters Cookbook - again, as mentioned above. This book is really teaching me that I actually enjoy cooking; baking is something I do to relieve stress and make something delicious, but cooking has always been something that I've catagorised as being necessary because it gives me food, but not really fun. However, making the Hairy Biker's recipes - which are healthy, low-calorie, and delicious, winning - has changed my mind about that. Also, when I follow the timings in a recipe I tend to burn less food and let less of it go cold, too, because my usual method is bung it all on at once, no matter if one part takes 40 mins to cook and another takes 20. Turns out that's not the best way to go.
© Freshly washed sheets - not an item or a program that you can watch or buy or whatever, but I always do my washing on a Sunday (colour me OCD) and therefore freshly washed sheets smell like Sunday nights. And please, tell me there's something better in the world than curling up between freshly washed sheets in freshly washed pyjamas, still warm from a bath, with freshly washed hair. Because if there is something better than that, I want it. I haven't found it yet.
© The BAFTA's - I'm watching it right now, as I type. Possibly not as you read. I don't know your life. Hugh Jackman is singing. Ben Affleck did a funny eye-rolling thing when Bradley Cooper was talking. Stephen Fry is hosting. Lots of handsome men are in suits. It's like all of my favourite things rolled into one, plus a sprinkling of Daniel Day-Lewis making fun of method acting. I love it. These people, all of them, inspire me, and it's the industry - or part of the industry - that I want to be in one day.
And that is all, dahlings. I'll shut up now and let you get back to your life. Please comment, because you know what? I miss you guys. I've been out of my little blogging cycle for too long, and I fear you've all gone on without me.
stay gold. xx
P.S.: Samuel L. Jackson just said the words "Can I just say... well, of course I can say. I'm Samuel L. Jackson", and now my night/week/life is complete.