This week every morning I’ve been drinking an adapted version of this recipe, which I found on Suzi’s blog for an amazingly good smoothie.
I altered the recipe a
tad lot by leaving out the peanut butter, adding a small handful of blueberries, and just using unsweetened Greek yoghurt. I’ll also throw a kiwifruit in some days, when I’m feeling rebellious. Of course I don’t measure out all the ingredients; who has time for that? It’s not a cake! Just throw it all in the blender.
I have to say that I’m loving it! It’s so easy to prepare and I find myself enjoying it every morning and feeling full until lunch. When you’re on the weight loss train it can be difficult to keep things interesting and simple. Having to prepare and cook numerous different items can make those of us who are lazy give up too quickly. So I’m always happy to report when something is super simple and delicious and ultimately very healthy for you.
For those big chickens out there – you can’t even taste the baby spinach.
P.s. I’m on the hunt for an awesome smoothie takeaway cup, so if you know of one, please let me know!
This week is hectic, work wise! I just submitted a tender with minutes to spare. Waiting on people (read: company director’s) for information really is painful. The tender should have been submitted yesterday, it was an easy one. I’ve had to write much more indepth ones in the past. It shouldn’t have made me have to work late last night, and then super early this morning. End rant.
I’m working seven days this week. Well, kind of. On Friday night I’m driving down to Cambridge to help out my friend Tash with her event planning business. She’s booked up and has called on me to help with a post-wedding brunch on the Saturday morning. I’m quite excited, and a tad nervous. I’ve run small events before and it all seems straight forward, but when it’s a girl’s wedding weekend you tend to let the nerves build a little. I wouldn’t want to ruin her memory of her magical time! By the time I get home Saturday evening I will be dying to put on pyjamas, pour a glass of wine and relax on the couch in front of some trashy TV.
All so I can get up at 7am the next morning (yes, Sunday!) and head out to complete wharf audits. I have to be the eyes and ears on the wharf for eight hours as there have been some issues lately that seem to only occur on weekends, typical. I’d love to go into more detail, but being that this is a public page and a lot of my work is council based I don’t think that’d be wise.
So no social life for me this weekend. But I figure every hour I’m working, I’m not spending and I’m saving more for London! I just wouldn’t want to be doing it every weekend…
Shockingly there is one thing in my life I have not blogged about. He may have been mentioned in passing, or when I had a good rage about him one time on my blog. But other than that this person whom I’ve “known” since I was 16 has barely been discussed. I met him in a MSN or Yahoo chat room (can’t remember which) back in 2000 when they were at their peak! Of course who you chat to in those places are completely random, and he’s the only one I’ve actually kept in touch with. He’s been around through most things with me and up until about 18 months ago we’d be in touch multiple times a week, even if it was just a quick text, facebook post or email. I even remember one time when I was in high school, we text each other non-stop for an entire 24 hours (excluding a few hours each to sleep) – it must have cost a fortune back then!
We’ve had our fall outs and not spoken for months at a time. The most recent being the last 18 months when he went AWOL on me. I still have to get the real story out of him, I have an idea of why, but I’ll get it out of him in person. But even after these fall outs and no communication, one of us always finds the other. We used to have long chats about complete bullsh*t, I couldn’t even tell you the topics. We haven’t had one of those since before the AWOL incident. But he’s somehow always managed to keep me intrigued and followed the same line of thought as me. It’s been a long time since our last big chat, he could have changed, people do, and other people in your life can influence you. I could have changed too! So who knows really?!
Previously there was not really much to say, as he lives at the other end of the world. Sure, friends and family know him by name – but the idea of actually talking to him in person has been a far off distant one.
He’s in England. Going all the way over there and not making the effort to actually meet him would be ridiculous. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. TWELVE YEARS. Sure, I’ve met people off the internet before. But not someone I’ve been talking to for 12 years! That’s a little spooky. There’s nothing going on, we’re just friends – but the nerves are still there. Probably more so that there’s a 50/50 chance we actually get along in person. He’s always assured me we would, but no-one can be completely convinced can they?
So what’s the reason for this long post about a man I’ve never met? Just so when I blog or tweet that I’m about to throw up and am completely nervous about catching up with a man in England, you all know what the hell I’m going on about.
Just (not so) secretly, I can’t wait to rug up in coats, scarves and boots again! I’m sure London will suit this well.
I imagine she’s* in a small village in Scotland, walking to meet her girlfriends at the local pub on a Thursday night. Where she unexpectedly meets a local man with sparkling green eyes and dark curly hair with a hint of red. He sweeps her off her feet with his charm, smile and of course, accent.
*Yes, ok. ‘She’ is me, and blonde, not brunette as this photo shows. I like to dream, romantically.