Easter bunnies

Week In Photos

I know I’ve said this before (many, many times, I’m sure), but Easter is one of my favourite times of year. We’re not religious, so it doesn’t have any special significance for me or anything, but Easter means spring, and spring means long days and light nights, and (hopefully) and end to the relentless misery that is winter, so what’s not to love? Oh yeah, and there’s chocolate. I mean, sign me up, people!

Easter bunnies and daffodils

This weekend was particularly lovely because for once it actually FELT like spring. In fact, no, scratch that: it felt more like summer, that’s how warm it was. (Bear in mind here that Scottish summer = “not particularly warm by normal standards”.)  It was warm enough for me to be out with bare arms some of the time, though, and it’s often not warm enough for that during the ACTUAL summer, so that tells you something. Still snow on the mountains we can see from our window, though:

sunset over the mountains

Still, it was lovely and warm where we are, so on Easter Sunday, Terry and I were all set to go adventurin’. We got into the car, took a couple of shameless selfies…

shameless selfies

… and then, minutes later, when we stopped to take some quick outfit photos, the car dramatically broke down. Well, OK, it wasn’t THAT dramatic: we just had to sit in it for a few minutes until it cooled down and consented to start up again, but once we got home, having abandoned the rest of our plans for the day, we discovered it needed a replacement part, plus a special tool to fit the replacement part, both of which were supposed to be delivered by Wednesday. <FORESHADOWING>

That pretty much scuppered our plans for Bank Holiday Monday, too, although I guess it was just as well, because the warm weather meant that everyone else had the same idea: quite a few of our friends headed out for the day, only to end up turning back after spending hours either stuck in traffic or circling parking lots trying to find a space. One of the big advantages of being self-employed is that you DON’T have to go out on a Bank Holiday, so we postponed our adventures for later in the week, and spent Monday at home instead, catching up with a few things, and just enjoying the sunshine:

dog walking

One of the many things I love about this time of year is that I can take the dog for a quick walk without having to completely change my outfit in order to add tons of warm, waterproof layers, which I then have to change out of again when I get home. It so nice to be able to just throw on a light jacket and be out the door, although unfortunately I keep underestimating how damp the ground is at the moment, which means Rubin comes home caked in mud, and every “quick” walk turns into a long saga involving walking Rubin, bathing Rubin, drying Rubin, and then cleaning all the floors he’s managed to muddy/soak in the process. So it’s not THAT much quicker than winter, then, but it IS a helluva lot more pleasant to be walking in the warm weather, and not feeling like I’m going to die of cold all the time.

Tatler for Birchbox

On Wednesday, my April Birchbox arrived (PR sample), and I was really excited to discover a bottle of Liz Earle’s Hot Cloth Cleanser inside. I’m a big Liz Earle fan, but can rarely justify the cost of the stuff (because of all the gingham trousers I’ve been buying), so that made me happy, as did the inclusion of some Aromatherapy Associates (another favourite brand) hand and body cream, and a bottle of hair volumising spray, which I’ve so far been too scared to try, because pretty much anything I spray onto my hair tends to turn it into a giant greaseball. I’m hoping this will be the exception to the rule, but, just to be on the safe side, I’m going to wait and try it out on a day when I don’t have anywhere to be.

(You all know that’s a lie, and that I’m going to wait until I’m getting ready for a party or something, and THEN  try it out, right? Because that’s what’ll happen…)

Guess what DIDN’T arrive on Wednesday, though? Did you guess, “That part for the car?” Actually, you’re wrong: the part arrived, but the special tool required to fit it didn’t, aaaaaannnd it didn’t arrive on Thursday either, because, as it turns out, the company forgot to send it. No, really: they just…forgot. So basically we spent the warmest week of the year so far (and probably AT ALL, knowing our luck) waiting around for a part that hadn’t even been sent: AWESOME!

Instead of going adventuring, then, I went for a run:

running

I’ve been really struggling with exercise lately. I just can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything. At all. Ever. And, I mean, I’ve always hated exercise, but until recently I’ve been able to force myself to do it anyway. For some reason, though, this year I haven’t even been able to do that: I’m just completely lacking in motivation, and I’ll procrastinate for HOURS before managing to talk myself into doing something. Whenever I mention this, people always tell me it’s just that I haven’t found the right kind of excercise… well, I guess that might be the case, but I can honestly say it hasn’t been for the lack of trying. When I was a gym member I tried pretty much every class they did, and I’ve also tried numerous DVDs and other at-home things. I’ve liked some of them better than others, but running is the only thing I’ve ever been able to stick to, and lately I just don’t even want to do that.

I’m not a “team” person – I hate the idea of joining clubs, or doing team sports. Yoga, pilates and all those kind of classes bore me rigid (as did the Tracy Anderson program I started a few weeks ago), and I don’t even particularly enjoy the long walks everyone always suggests: they’re fine if it’s the weekend, it’s sunny, and I don’t have anything else I need to do, but during the week, all I can think about is all of the other things I could be doing instead of trudging through the mud. (And even on a sunny day, there’s always mud…) Wow, that was a whine-fest, huh?

Because of all of this, I’ve been really, really struggling to motivate myself to exercise, but this week I got so sick of feeling guilty about it all the time that I managed to persuade myself to do some intervals on the treadmill, plus about 4 miles outdoors, which is better than nothing. I don’t ever get the endorphin rush people always talk about after exercise (Unless by “endorphin rush” they mean, “Thank God that’s over!”?), but I DO get a lot of satisfaction out of getting to mark it as “done” on my weekly goals list, so at least that’s something, right?

lost time is never found again

Anyway, I’m writing this on Thursday evening, and Terry is currently out working on the car, helped by a friend who just so happened to have of the special tools required to fix it (Can you tell I don’t care enough about cars to know what I’m even talking about here? Thought so…), so hopefully next week will be a little more interesting. Fingers crossed…

On a serious note, every year, rather than betting on the Grand National, I donate to a charity for ex-racehorses. I don’t want to get all preachy on you, but for anyone who’s interested, here is some information on horse racing, and here is a link to the Thoroughbred Rehabilitation Centre, who work to re-train and re-home former racehorses.

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COMMENTS
  • I feel your pain on exercise. The only exercise I ever do is walking to my office. And that’s because I’m too cheap to use the underground like normal people (plus, I hate using it so much I’d rather walk, and that’s saying something as I’m incredibly lazy). If it wasn’t for this, I’d basically be stationary the majority of my life and probably humongous for it. So as you can see, I don’t have an answer for this one, I just wanted to express my own hatred 😀 agree that Spring is an amazing time of year – SO glad winter is over. Although still waiting for the day I don’t freeze during an outfit shoot, as we didn’t get your sunshine down here at Easter (boo hiss)!

    April 11, 2015
  • I’m exactly the opposite. I love working out if I’m doing push ups and pull ups. I love walking the dog at a fast pace, walking in the woods/countryside. I feel so energized.
    As I love to cook and I do tend to eat a lot, it’s a good thing I love working out too :))

    April 11, 2015
  • I’m so glad you included a link to the Thoroughbred Rehab Centre <3

    April 11, 2015
  • I love the bunnies in the top picture! So cute!
    I have been meaning to subscribe for a beauty box for ages now, but the one pictured above finally gave me the impetus to do it. So, thank you for that!
    Hope the car is fixed by now.
    Best wishes from Italy,

    Rossi 🙂

    April 11, 2015
  • Suze

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    I was invited to take part in my work’s Grand National sweepstake this week but declined for reasons outlined in the Animal Aid site you linked to. I’m sure my colleagues think I’m weird, being the odd one out for not wanting to celebrate this so-called “great British institution”, but never mind, I can totally live with that. I really don’t think enough is said on this subject so good for you, for highlighting the sorry plight of race horses and suggesting a wonderful way to put a few quid to good use.

    April 11, 2015
  • TinaD

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    I used to get 40 default minutes of cardio a weekday because the train station lacked adequate proximity to my job; working from home, I have too much proximity–maybe 40 steps between bed and office, and that’s if I mince. I loathe exercise too; it always seems to be perpetrated in elaborate box-twice-right, kick-thrice-left sequences that make me feel window-lickingly stupid… I did have good luck for a while, though, with an exercise bike in my office, which I would jump on for two or three songs’ worth of mad cycling between entries on my to-do list. I could get in a relatively painless hour a day that way (and some guilty pleasure dance tunes). Then, of course, the bike broke.

    April 12, 2015
      • TinaD

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        There I have the advantage–no one but the postie sees me before 4 in the afternoon, so I can wait ’til late to put my face on 🙂

        April 12, 2015
  • Trudy

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    I am so glad I am not the only person not to get the ‘rush’ that supposedly comes with exercise. Mostly I am just sweaty, achy, and feel like I want to die (depending how much exercise I made myself do, of course!). I always thought there must be something wrong with me, everybody else I know talks about how great they feel after going for a run or their Pilates class or whatever. Then I discovered dancing for exercise. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, I love music, and as long as it is going I will move to it! I don’t even have to try and motivate myself to do it. But I still don’t feel great after. Guess that’s just not going to happen with me!

    April 12, 2015
  • You’re not alone with the whole exercise thing. I try and force myself to do yoga but I can’t turn my mind off and I just impatiently wait to move on to the next move. I’ve tried so many exercise classes but they aren’t for me. The only thing I did like was salsa and swing classes, but having moved out of London they’re very hard to find. The last time I attempted running I ended up collapsed in a heap feeling shaky and sick – not a good look!

    I agree with the ticking boxes satisfaction, that’s definitely a winner for me.

    Debbie x http://www.hellodeborah.co.uk

    April 12, 2015
  • Catherine

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    I am so with you on hating exercise! I certainly don’t get endorphins. I go to the gym and I make a point of not competing with anyone, especially myself. If I have a good week, I try to feel good about it and leave it at that. If I have a bad week, I try to just be pleased that I’ve done it at all. If I don’t do it, I don’t feel particularly guilty, but I do start to creak. Curing creaking is my main incentive I think. The only exercise I really enjoy is walking out in the country, but it’s not enough on its own. I’m glad I’m not alone, I always feel a bit of a strange one when everyone else talks about their endorphin rush.

    April 13, 2015
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