The Motivation Of An Undercooked Jacket Potato

MORNING! Out here in the hills of Nottinghamshire, it’s a misty one! Currently, I can only just see the car on my neighbours drive, opposite. I’ve taken the dog for a (short) walk and am currently ploughing headfirst through a mountain of laundry. I should be editing a rerelease of one of my books, but I have little to no motivation at present.

Actually, all I can think about is how bad I am at doing and keeping on top of my laundry when I’m at home. I don’t really have an excuse either, other than that, as I spend all day doing it at work, I just don’t want to do it.

But ‘just not wanting to’ isn’t, in my own opinion, a valid excuse. I should just do it, so that it doesn’t all sit around the house annoying me. It’s not that hard to actually get it all done; I’m just extremely lazy when it comes to doing it, which then results in the even more miserable ‘laundry day.’

One thing I should definitely try and focus on this year is being better around the house. My partner and I are slowly putting together a lovely house, which I am really proud of; and I should really commit to putting more time and effort into keeping it all spick and span!

All I actually want to do though, is sit at my (brand new) dining table and stare out of the window, into the mist. According to twitter, today is Motivation Monday. I have the motivation of an undercooked jacket potato.

*Sigh*

Stephen.

Weekly Update – 18/1/17

Weight – 12stn 8   Weekly Steps – 84,283   Alcohol – 2 Bottles Wine, Exact  Savings – £2.29, Still

And that’s week two all over and done with. I’ve ‘technically’ not lost weight, as i’ve gone up to 9stn 8; however, it turns out my scales were on an unloved surface and not correctly recording my weight. Last week, on the 14th, I weighed myself at work, and came in at 12stn 9.

So, in the future, my weight shall only be recorded whilst at work; most likely every Saturday. We have decided to form a small group where we all weigh and record it every Saturday morning. Hopefully, this will motivate us all to work harder to lose a little. It’s certainly motivating me.

I’m currently still investigating and attempting to follow the 5:2 diet and so far, so good. Its simple and easy to follow, and the recipes are plentiful! I’m hoping to share some of my favourites with you in the coming days and weeks.

In other news, my dining room is now almost finished! Pictures to come.

Sorry for the short update!

Stephen.

Weekly Update – 11/1/17

Weight – 12stn 6   Weekly Steps – 62,919   Alcohol – 3 Bottles Wine, Approx  Savings – £2.29

WELL, I’ve made it a week! HURRAH! I’m surprised at how easy the first week has gone, actually! I don’t have much money (post-Christmas blues) which is actually really helping with food choices, as I simply can’t afford to quickly nip in to the Burger King next door to work or pick up a sandwich and snack on my way in the morning.

I’ve actually been MAKING my lunches this week; who knew that was even possible?! I’m currently giving the 5:2 diet a go, which I will talk about in the future, but the two fast days went really well, although the recipes I chose could do with a little tweaking before I share them with people!

I definitely didn’t walk anywhere near as much as I should have, which is very disappointing and something that needs some work. I also didn’t save as much as I expected to, but seeing as I don’t have much money post Christmas, I can accept for now!

It would be amazing to be able to say that I feel different inside, but I don’t. Not yet, anyway. I am looking forward to feeling a little bit less… Ballooned? And for my clothes to feel a little less snug!

My dining room is currently starting to take shape, and I’m now just waiting to get some plaster work done and then it’s on with the paining! When it’s all (completely) finished, I’ll share some before and after pictures! I have a strong passion for Interior Design, and with this being my first house, I’m so excited to be able to share the progress I (we) make!

Anyway, lots of love! I’m hoping to post a weekly update on my ‘New Year Goals’ every Wednesday, and a new piece of creative writing every Friday! I’ve still got Wednesday’s and Sunday’s to figure out, but everything is starting to come together!

Have a great week!

Stephen.

New Year, New Me, Right?

This year, I’m setting myself my ‘Resolutions’ publicly. Why? Because, firstly, it’ll give me something to blog about and secondly, I’m hoping that it’ll help me to become more ambitious and stick to them. Over time, I’m sure they’ll change and develop, but I’m determined to make them work.

So, here they are; my 2017 Resolutions!

RESOLUTIONS

  • Current Weight – 12st 9lbs.
  • Target Weight – 11st

  • Current Waist – 32/34in
  • Target Waist – 30in

  • Current Wine Consumption – 3/4 Bottles A Week
  • Target Wine Consumption – 1/2 Bottles A Week (NONE on work nights!

  • Current Savings – 0
  • Target Savings – £500

ADDITIONAL GOALS

  • Finish Decorating BATHROOM   SPARE BEDROOM   DINING ROOM   LOUNGE   KITCHEN   HALL, STAIRS AND LANDING
  • Start and stick to the 5:2 DIET
  • GET IN SHAPE
  • YOGA (Restart)
  • Become better at HOUSEWORK (Plan chores for the week)
  • (Try) LEARN SPANISH
  • (Also Try) PUT TOGETHER A RECIPE BOOK
  • DRESS BETTER
  • USE FREE TIME BETTER
  • BLOG PROPERLY

 

Willow, The ‘Romanian Terrier’

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WOOF WOOF! So, a little while back around March or April time, my partner and I happened across this little monster (the dog, not the cat (also a monster)). The happening upon came almost immediately after both agreeing that we were going to wait at least a year to get a dog, as is, apparently, usually the case.

We both actually came across Willow separately, but at the same time. I was at work, and just happened to see her picture on a dog rescue page, and then when I got home, my partner said he’d seen a dog online, and showed me the picture. It was the same dog, and on the same page. Willow. It was instant love. It was immediate, and we didn’t even know her.

Within two hours, a deposit was paid, to a rescue centre we’d never been to, and over a hundred miles away. We rushed up to meet her a week later, already k12795353_1239143036114878_7807227902223658174_n
nowing she was the dog for us. The day we met her, she was terrified. She’d spent almost no time with or around people, and it was heartbreaking. If we could have had her home that day, we would, but the rules are the rules and we had to wait for a home check.

So we returned home, and passed the home check the following week. Another week later and we finally picked her up. And then she was home. We’d (or I, at least) had decided she wasn’t allowed on the sofa. The first thing little, shy, scared Willow did was get on the sofa. I rationalised that it was all new to her, and one day on the sofa wouldn’t hurt anyone. One day has turned in to eight months. The sofa is Willow’s. She has her own spot; all of it.

Her first weeks at home weren’t great, but that’s expected. The housetraining went faster than expected. She’s never barked. But the nerves; poor Willow was so scared, and for a little while we worried that maybe we wouldn’t be the right home for her.

That didn’t last for long. She came out of her shell faster and faster. From day one, she’s loved playing with other small dogs; big dogs scare her; unless you’re a Rottweiler. We’ve never quite figured it out, but Willow has a complete, trusting love for Rottweilers; sometimes I wonder if it’s because she was the same colouring? It doesn’t matter. Rottweilers mean playtime to Willow.

When Willow arrived home, we had one antisocial cat, Luna, who at first gave Willow plenty of space. Another cat, Myrtle, arrived just a few days after Willow, and within a week they were friends (see picture above). Before us, we’re not sure Willow had ever met a cat, but that hasn’t mattered. They don’t bother her. In fact, Willow thinks all cats are friends (they aren’t).

14068018_1371245712904609_1497266158178238041_oWe don’t have a clue what breed Willow is, so on walks I often tell people that she is a Romanian Terrier. Funnily (to me, at least), it rarely gets questioned. I can’t help but imagine some poor, dear old lady phoning up a rescue centre, asking for more information on Romanian Terriers.

It doesn’t matter what breed Willow is, though. None of that really matters. We never set out for anything in particular. We fell in love with her ears, and it grew from there.

Now, she sleeps on the bed, sits on the sofa and can’t help but check out what’s on the kitchen surface the moment a backs turned. Of course, she has her quirks; you must not stand behind her, and Willow isn’t a fan of being on her back (unless she’s sleeping). She prefers pooping in the middle of the road, and she has to investigate every single puddle on a rainy day.

What more could you want from a dog?

Stephen.

December Weather

December rolls around
Cold, and damp
And dark, and grey,
No sign of snow on the way

We put a lot of pressure
On December
Festive joy, and seasons greetings
Christmas is on the way

So many, empty months
Come first
Then December is here
And all at once…

December
And the year’s end
Has come around
Snowless, again.

It’s Christmas?

I really thought that I had more time before Christmas, and this morning I’ve had the realisation that it is now just two weeks away thrust upon me; AND I’M NOT READY. I really haven’t even made an impactful start on Christmas shopping yet, I think in total I have two (parts) or two entirely separate gifts.

Usually, I’m the Christmas shopping ninja and by now I’m ready to wrap things up and get  the cards in the post. This year, however, I’ve not even cracked out a glue stick yet. I still don’t have a clue what to get people, and I don’t have a clue when I’m going to find time to wrap things up.

Of course, if I don’t but anything, then I won’t need to worry about wrapping things up. As I’m getting older, I’ve started to look at Christmas in a different light, and for me, the most important part of the day is the meal, and the time I’ll get to spend with my family. The presents really don’t matter at all; but it’s lovely to see other peoples faces when you get them a wonderful gift that you know they will love.

I guess moving away from home is what has really changed how I see Christmas. I don’t see the people I love as much as I like, so having a day completely free to spend with them with no work obligations is the best gift of all!