London Olympics 2012. I will be there. Not to compete of course, I’ve done a half marathon – that’s about all my body could handle. No, I’m going to be a spectator!
I’m beyond excited! I never thought the opportunity to attend an Olympic event would ever be within my reach. But it’s here, and I have tickets. I’m going with a friend who is already over in London. Thankfully he had already registered himself on the website so after he text me his password it was quite simple. It wasn’t cheap, £75, but I figure it’s a once in a life time opportunity!
We’re off to see the Beach Volleyball (both men and women’s) on Friday 3 August at the Horse Guards Parade, so I also get to hang out with the Prime Minister. Brilliant.
If one more person asks if I’m moving to London by myself with a look of shock, I will punch them.
Do I really look/seem that helpless?!
Yes. I’m going alone. I do have friends there. I couldn’t be a lone person for any length of time. I’d get bored and go crazy.
You know when life is just going right? It very rarely happens that all aspects of your life are in harmony. But for me it’s happening today. Well really all this weekend was brilliant.
My sisters and I celebrated Mothers Day by taking Mum out to Little and Friday for lunch. Mum’s a keen fan on anything rustic and country-kitchen so she absolutely loved it. We drank coffee, ate brioche and cream filled donuts, and laughed at all that’s happening in each others’ lives. Then we squeezed in a spot of shopping, where we bullied my youngest sister into writing her number on a receipt for a flirty salesman.
Other than a lovely day with my Mum and sisters, I spent the weekend dining with friends, drinking with friends, shopping, getting my hair done (no more greys!!!!) and getting my nails polished. All around bliss.
I was also quite surprised, as even though I gorged myself on the above pictured donut (drool worthy!!) I managed to get my ass into a pair of skinny jeans that I bought at Easter! This morning I weighed myself, as I do every Monday morning, and I’m the lightest I’ve been in as long as I can remember. You know when you’re on that weight loss high and all you want to do is keep eating healthy and exercise? I’m there.
I’m halfway through Six Weeks to OMG, and while people have criticized it I can see how parts of it work and make sense. I’ve started the skipping breakfast plan. I know, I know, people are going to tell me it’s bad, don’t do it. But I am. It’s working. Instead of feeding my body, it is forced to dive into it’s already pre-stocked refrigerator – my ass. Then at lunch it’s back to normal and I munch down on a tuna/chicken salad and fruit. Of course, I don’t want anyone to take from my blog that I’m telling you skipping breakfast will make you lose weight. No. I suggest you read the book if you want to know more.
My tummy is starting to grumble now, time for a long, black coffee. It’s also kind of achy. Too much planking during ad breaks last night.
More food? I know, and I’m sorry. But right now I’m not dating or getting laid (I’m having a break until London) so we move to my next passion: food.
Tonight I whipped up lemon and herb crusted lamb (rump) with garlic and sage potatoes, with a side of rocket with parsley and lemon.
People always request recipes so here it is:
Peel spuds and throw into a bowl, drizzle with oil, crushed garlic, sage and a pinch of salt. Bring out your inner JamieO and mix and massage them until they’re well coated. Tip into a roasting dish and throw into an oven at 220*C.
In a bowl mix breadcrumbs, chopped parsley and lemon rind. Smother the lamb (I used rump, but really you could use any) in dijon mustard and then coat in the herb-crumbs. Pop them into the oven after the potatoes have been in 10-12 minutes as you don’t want your lamb overcooked.
Anything you fancy.
Tip: let the lamb sit for five minutes before serving.
Enjoy with a glass of your favourite red!
After last night’s huge pumpkin roast-off I had a lot leftover. I spotted some bruchetta at the supermarket and this flavour sensation was born:
Bruchetta with roast pumpkin, salami, feta, onion, mozzarella, fresh basil and a drizzle of balsamic.