I consume more than one diet coke. Other days, I don’t drink any.
I don’t drink wine, even though I really, really want to…
I think about running away with just Molly for company. But then I think I would miss my husband and his hugs so he would probably have to come too ;)
I go from being really mad at myself for carrying a few extra pounds and not being motivated enough to get rid of them, to thinking of the time I spend at the gym in comparison to a lot of other people which re-affirms that my physical health isn’t all that bad.
I wish I could be at Mersey River, floating in a canoe on the lake with a Ricker’s Red.
Or wish that I was hiking through the Lake District, enjoying the serenity of the hills and lakes as I look forward to a pub meal washed down with a pint of stout, while Molly sits at my feet.
But wait, that wish is going to be a reality because tomorrow I’m taking my brother away to see what all the fuss is about… and I think he might just get it.
Getting away for a few days to one of my favourite locations ever, where Andy can join us in the evenings and all day on Friday (he is lucky enough to be working in Penrith) is just what we need. The company has approved a flat in Carlisle for him to stay in during his months away so although we won’t get the cozy cottage experience, we will get to stay longer because accommodation fees are not an issue and I like that just a lot.
Andy and I are actually figuring we are likely going to be spending more weekends than not up there... but who could blame us really.