Day 14 fail and Day 15. Fail.

Yesterday was busy. I spent the morning watching the Royal wedding. As you do. I then spent the afternoon running around a back garden playing catch and Frisbee and various other energetic stuff with children and dog. I ate cereal and a sausage bap and drank lots of tea. I meant to do my blog when I got home but ended up rearranging my spare bedroom instead. I then got ready to go out with a bunch of old workmates - some of whom I haven't seen for years. I drank a silly amount of lager, danced like an idiot and had a late night.
Which brings me neatly onto today; an epic fail of the highest order. I have slept, eaten Chinese food and not left the sofa. I am crap. It is true. I clearly had a workout yesterday though because every muscle in my body aches so I deserve a day off... That's how I'm justifying it anyway.
I'm hoping to be back on form at some point. Honest.

Day 12 Fail and Day 13.

Do you know what? I don't actually know why I'm doing this blog. Nobody reads it.
Well, yesterday was my birthday! Yey! I turned the ripe old age of 27.... :O/
I took the stairs in work twice (although I did find myself in the lift heading back up to the office after lunch. I blame my colleague - he was distracting me by talking to me and my 'muscle memory' took me to the lift. I was sailing past the 2nd floor when I realised. Oops. Well, it was my birthday...) I ate a sarnie from Boots for lunch with 2 cookies and a doughnut. (Well, it was my birthday...) I took pooch out alongside the river for an hour - nothing too strenuous. (Well, it was my birthday...) I was then taken out for a lovely meal by my buddy where I had a lamb steak and veg. (and a couple of glasses of wine - Well, it was my birthday...) Then got back to my house and my lovely neighbour joined us for a bottle of rose fizz. (Well, it was my birthday...! Haha) I failed on the blog front and I don't think anybody noticed. Meh.
Today I felt a little wobbly (my 27 year old liver can't process alcohol like it used to!) so I got up (late), went to a funeral then went to work in the afternoon. I had more sarnies and a packet of crisps for my lunch and got stuck into the remaining tin of fruit salad in my drawer in work. IT HAD ACTUAL FRUIT IN IT! Not just pears! Yey! I felt so special!
I took the stairs once (not easy with a mild hangover).
Tonight I decided that I would walk dog on the secret beach purely because I would like at least one night where she's not smelling of poo. So off we went. I think we'd been on the beach 2 minutes when she found a lovely rotting fish to roll in instead. I think I prefer the poo. She is humming! The tide was right out too so I couldn't even chuck her in the sea. She did have a swim in the river but that was about 45 minutes later - the smell was dried on and there to stay by then. Marvellous.
We were out for 1 hour and 38 minutes walking on sinky sand. Hard work on the legs that is!
So, now I've just put some bangers and mash on for my tea and I am watching tv for an hour before bed. Nice.
Yawn.

Day 11. I fell asleep.

Woke up to an alarm this morning (after sleeping through it for over an hour), absolutely shattered, a little achy and more than a bit grumpy.
I took the stairs in work. 4 times. I actually ran up the first few flights on the first trip up them this morning. Check me out! OK so I felt sick and hot and unable to breathe but I wouldn't have been able to even think about that without dying last week. Rock on! I didn't do that again today.
I ate a healthy Market salad again. This one wasn't as nice as previous salads though - I must confess. Too much raw onion hidden in it and a funny tasting noodle layer. I ate it all though so it can't have been that bad. Dammit! I forgot about my last tin of fruit salad.... I'll have it tomorrow. It is my birthday after all.
Had a donation towards my cause by another non facebook user today so a big fat thanks to John for his kind donation. What a star! 
So got home from work (late) and went straight to Kilvey hill with dog. She rolled in poop again only I don't think it was of cow or horse origin. It was... how do I describe it? Meaty? Rank is probably a better word. This happened towards the end of the walk though (I assume). I'm jumping ahead of myself.
Made it to the radio masts in 21 minutes at a steady pace. Let me remind you - 4 x 160 stairs during work time.
It was all rather incident free, or so I thought until we got back to the car. Dog jumped in, a got in and shut the door. That's when I noticed the smell, turned around and saw poo-dog with a stinky neck. Why do dogs do that? Urgh. Anyway she went straight in the river. She still smells bad. Thanks, dog.
We did it 52 minutes.
Sorry this is late but I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up thinking "BLOG!".
Anyway - it's now officially my birthday so I'm going to bed. What a raver.

Day 10. I'm so tired...

All you need to know is that today I have walked miles, I've climbed a silly amount of steps, I've walked miles, I've driven miles, I've walked miles, I've eaten good stuff and crap. Oh and did I mention that I've walked miles?!
Had a really fun day with the family on the beaches of Devon. I've caught the sun and laughed a lot. I'm now back in Swansea - got in about 10 minutes ago (11.50pm ish) and I am knackered.
Bed for me - got work in the morning. They say there's no rest for the wicked. All I can say is I must have been an axe murderer in a former life.

Day 9. A day late... Soz.

Hiya!

Well, today was officially the only full day of my holiday. I was woken at 6am by my youngest niece. Whose stupid idea was it to stay in a tin can with 2 other adults and 2 children under 5?! Anyhoo – I got up feeling a little wobbly from last night’s wine and beer, but felt much better after a luke warm shower in a draughty campsite shower block, a gallon of tea and 3 toasted buttered hot cross buns. It is Easter after all.

Today we decided to have a little explore around Ilfracombe. My GOD! We walked miles!! Any guilt I have been feeling in the last couple of days for not doing much in the way of exercising has totally been cancelled out by the MILES we covered today. Seriously, I have a Border collie, you know, a ‘working dog’ that can generally walk, run and play all day and she is currently comatose at my feet. That’s how far we walked.

I was very good today too – I haven’t touched any of my Easter eggs. I had a healthy lunch of bacon, egg, chips and beans (I even ate my salad garnish) and a mint choc chip ice cream with a chocolate flake... Oh hang on – that’s quite fattening and crap isn’t it?! Well I’m not on a diet and I’ve walked a million miles so I’m not beating myself up!

I’m now sat with a glass of wine – surrounded by my sun-kissed family feeling all warm and tired, waiting for pizza to cook and enjoying my last day of freedom before I am forced to climb a million and one steps in the morning as penance for enjoying myself for the last couple of days. Thanks for the motivation, Dad. I think.

UPDATE – I’m now sat in the pub (10.30pm) with only HALF a lager – desperately trying to connect to the internet to post this stupid blog but stupid Devon has no stupid internet connection so it’s gonna have to wait til the morning. Sorry for letting you all down....  :O/

UPDATE UPDATE - no wifi on the beaches in Devon apparently so the posting had to wait til I got home. ie now. 11.52pm.

Day 8. I'm officially on holiday.

I'm gonna have to make this quick coz I'm sat outside a closed bar (gutted and cold) with only a crap battery on this laptop for company.
This is officially the 1st day of my only holiday this year and I spent it driving to Devon in convoy with my family. It was fun. Roof down, sun shining, music blaring... gotta love that!
I have done no exercise to speak of - a bit of walking around the campsite, a bit of chasing after dogs and nieces. I have however eaten ice creams, BBQ burgers, (I'm gonna be ill tomorrow) a lump of melted revels (left over from last night) and have drunk several beers and a couple of glasses of wine. I'm amazed I can type.
I am pretty much sat here on my own while all of my family is having fun half a mile down the campsite just for those who are sponsoring me for this daily blog.... I hope you're happy!!
My crap battery is on 'almost empty' so I'd better post before my laptop dies.
I'm having fun, I'm doing no exercise and I'm eating and drinking to excess.
Loves it! :OD

Day 7. The guilt is setting in...

Hiya.
Today is the first day of my Easter bank holiday weekend and I was up early in order to get myself organised for a weekend break in Devon with the fambly.
I had a banana for breakfast and had every intention of a quick walk up Kilvey Hill before setting off. I loaded up the car with all of mine and dogs holiday stuff so we could just be gone as soon as the walk was done. This is when I realised that I had no cat food in the house... I can't leave for the weekend knowing that there's not enough food for my house-sitter to feed my cat. So by the time I went to Tesco and bought some moggy-mush (and a case of beer) I'd run out of time for the walk. Self inflicted guilt trip number 1.
In order to relieve some of the guilt, I justified my general crapness by thinking that as I would be spending the day with my sister and nieces shopping for holiday food and BBQ stuff etc, I would probably end up walking miles around supermarkets and the like. I was right. I don't think I have ever spent so long in Tesco before or have I ever pushed such a heavy trolley for so long. The good news is that we bought some lovely barbecue food (and even picked up some salad!) and I had a 'Special Easter Turkey Roast Dinner' in the cafe. You'll be glad to know that I ate all of my veg (except for the black carrot).
My youngest niece fell asleep in the car on the way to the garden centre so I had to wait in the car while my sister and eldest niece went shopping for a dog cage. However I didn't have to eat half of the 'sharing' bag of Revels I ate while I was waiting for them. Self inflicted guilt trip number 2.
So we lugged all the food back to my sisters fridge, I played with the girls for an hour then we all went down (the slight hill) to the local pub for tea.
I had ham, egg and chips. Self inflicted guilt trip number 3.
I also had a couple of bottles of bud. Self inflicted guilt trip numbers 4 and 5.
The long and short of it is - today I have been utterly crap.
So to celebrate my crapness, I am working my way through the rest of the bag of Revels I started eating earlier. Self inflicted guilt trip number 6.
Meh. Sod it - I'm on holiday.