Yogaholic.

 

Not me. Yet.
Not me. Yet.


For those who read this blog you will know I love food drink, dogs, music, dogs and my long suffering family and dogs but the one thing which has eluded me over the high days and holidays, low times and desperate days is the love of exercise. The need to don lycra and thunder over the pavements, inhaling great lungfuls of exhaust fumes or standing in a gym with the waft of rubber and old socks all around as forever been a mystery to me and my undulating thighs. So it has come as a bit of a surprise – nae shock – that I may have found my”thing” I am not claiming to be good at it, or changed outwardly – yet – but for the past couple of weeks I have been doing yoga.

Oh hark the middle aged Aberdonian has discovered yoga surprise surprise.

But I Have.

And I am so convinced that this will be a life – body changer – I am going to document my journey here.

From stiff, lumpy, stressed and hunched to a long languorous lithe young thing – no ok fair enough I got a bit carried away with the superlatives there but change is gonna come…..wish me luck!
P.S I know you don’t believe me

 

PPS written with a glass of wine in my hand – you could have apoint.

MUST LOVE DOGS

 

Small dogs shiver as this one gets stuck right in. Turncoat and waterproof coat.


Dog lovers of the world unite. Have you heard of this fabulous new website BorrowMyDoggy.com

It is for the time-poor dog owner, for the lively and always ready for a walk dog and for the dog lover who cannot have a dog of their own for whatever the reason ….be it landlords rules, work commitments or a partner that has allergies or frankly can’t stand them (though why you would want to be with a person that didn’t love dogs is beyond me frankly). In fact this may be the catalyst,  if your partner doesn’t like dogs get rid of your partner and join this site as there are a plethora of new hairy pals for you to walk.

Whether you are a dog owner or prospective walker all you do is register on the site, fill in a few details and your postcode then you will see the array of dogs in your area who are looking for a new human shaped friend to take them out for some fun and if you’re the dog owner you will see the people in the area keen to take out your quadroped pal.

 

There is no money that changes hands it is just a happy meeting of local dog lovers. fat_dog.jpg..

So have a look and get thee registered. Exercise, fun, happy waggy friends, whichever your situation if you ask me whichever way you look at it –

It’s the dogs cajaones!

Gym V Scoffing delicious food. A no brainer.

First off, thanks so much  for all the positive feedback re the BBC Radio Scotland program on the peri-menopause. Amazing that so many women suffer in silence when it is something we will all go through. If you didn’t hear it then you can do so on Sunday or on i-player, the show is called Medical Matters if you  click HERE you will get to it.

I do think I’m losing the plot though. Last week I went to the gym 4 times. Thought I might die of personal pride. A new me, a changed woman, someone who had got their exercise mojo after many years of trying. Well here I am 7 days later and I haven’t been near the place.

Actually that’s not strictly true. I did drive there on Monday morning and the car park was full and it was wet and rainy I did a couple of drive pasts and just came home for a warm drink and a muffin.

I have one of these attached to me.

Shortly after that I  drove off to Inverness for the night through stormy weather only to arrive at pals house where instead of going for a bracing walk I settled down to eat a fabulous meal. Really. Shaun is a farmer and one of the best cooks I have ever seen. I talked and sipped wine as he produced an amazing meal which consisted of lots of goodies left over from their wild weekend consisting of venison, which he served up with a giant yorkshire pud – his speciality and my fav! – and dauphinoise potatoes made with sweet potatoes. I know I hadn’t thought of that either- here’s the recipe just swap out normal tatties for sweet ones.. Anyway this delicious feast was all drenched in the most delicious gravy – his secret ingredient for the grazy  is Chinese 5 spice – well not so secret now. I then collasped on the couch with two spaniels. Never happier.

The next day I was good and had a cup of tea for breakfast and then was scoffing a goats cheese tart by 10.30am. You will have detected the exercise mojo is long gone but the food mojo lives on.

Herbie - my car's role model.

Driving back down the road later the same day  my car went into House of Bruar without me even telling it. Herbie Rides Again. I bought a tub of olives stuffed with sun dried tomatoes and a jar of lime curd. All the olives didn’t get all the way home, I made the usual mistake of putting them on the passenger seat so I had them opened and in my chops within 500 yards of leaving the House of Bruar car park.

Home to a salad and mineral water? What do you think? Walking today though….to meet a pal for lunch……..c’est la vie – joie de vie!