So between the trips back to the states I have been attempting to work out more often....hasn’t everyone?! New Years Resolution right?! *
*Side Note – I did make it to the gym (i.e. yoga/pilates) 4 x a week prior to year end and its SO annoying at the first of the year when everyone joins and it gets all crowded. People who come in Oct-Dec. Should get preferential treatment or something. These new people join the gym who don’t know where anything is and use my favourite hair straighter! Go away I was here before you! I just had a thought...when we move back I want a personal gym in our house...Anne Bell is this possible??
OK so in attempt to not only do 45 min. of heaving yoga breathing*
*Oh I miss miss miss Charlotte yoga. XOXO can’t wait to get back in a 100 degree room that isn’t an hour away from my home!*
I am actually trying to get a little stronger so I had these sessions with a personal trainer, or shall I say my personal devil. Nicest girl ever on the outside but there is a very fierce mean devil buried deep within, trust me! The sessions are only 30 minutes long and 5 minutes of that is her stretching you out. So really it is 25 min. of pure hell. 100% torture. Yesterday I actually said “I think I’m going to cry” and she responded “7 more let’s go, squeeze!” really?! Tears would have come to eyes if I was able to feel anything other than my entire body aching. In addition, there is this machine called a “Power Plate” – look it up, it shakes violently and you are supposed to do exercises on it, like squats, etc. Well the devil apparently thinks you can just do whatever on it. So she makes me hold side plank on 1 elbow while lifting and lowering my hips while the machine is violently shaking. My face is shaking, my whole body is shaking 10 seconds in....I’m thinking I’m sure she only wants me to do this for 30 seconds. Well at 30 seconds she said “Half way there” – I say “No, I can’t do this anymore” and she responds “Let’s go – hips higher!” – for real?! Needless to say my normal food did not hold me over and I woke up at midnight starving to death....I’m not sure I can see the devil anymore...I think I might settle for wiggly, sorry hun. To be determined after my 45 minutes of breathing over lunch.
On another note, I feel Burr might be in his own personal hell. He is working like a dog and the black spots under his eyes are starting to appear (Just wait...by the end of February it will look like I punched him!) So in an effort to keep his spirits up please email him (SHORT emails please) or send him funny one-liners. I promise if you send more than 2 sentences he won’t read it....oh how I have learned (
burr.farrar@uk.pwc.com) ...and I will get in trouble if you send him pointless things that don’t make him smile/laugh. My goal is to get him to smile for at least 5 minutes a day. Now, if I am awake and see him during the day I can usually accomplish this...however it has become difficult when I am asleep when he gets home/before he goes to work.
This morning the maid came – thank goodness! She took 6 weeks off to go to Bulgaria or somewhere and I had to clean myself....reminds me why its worth it! Our groceries were supposed to come, but our doorbell is out. Which means we have no clue when anyone is coming to see us! Thank goodness the maid had my phone number – I would have cried seriously. But the grocery man left and hopefully will return tonight. Keep your fingers crossed! I’m cooking 3 recipes from Cooking Light this weekend: Fish Tacos with Mango Salsa, Vegetarian Chilli, and Roast Chicken with Butternut Squash....and I need the ingredients ....happy Thursday.
Rehearsal dinner with Kacie and Mags. (Yes, the tan is fake....are you kidding - I live in LONDON!) Spray tanning can do amazing things.
Anne and the Bride, Emily Davis Mangrum.
PS - These are my dance moves....after the wedding. The picture does not need to be bigger, promise I'm not that good :-)
