Nothing to report!

Apologies for the lack of blogging over the last week or so. All has been quiet in my world- with nothing much to report!

I'm still having an onward struggle with Weight Watchers each week. To be honest, I haven't been for the last 2 weeks. What with mum's birthday and Valentines day, I knew I would be eating more than I needed to and indulging in chocolate so thought I would cheat and not go. However with the sunlight rising earlier in the morning, I'm finding it ever so slightly easier to drag myself out of bed and get to the gym. 7am I was in there this morning- that's dedication! I managed to do an hour and then took a freezing cold shower in the run- down horrible changing rooms. What is it with council owned leisure centres? They make the effort to make the gym rooms, swimming pools and fitness suites quite nice and then not take any notice of the changing rooms whatsoever. That said, I can't really complain. I get the gym for free at the moment so I guess I can handle a freezing cold shower in the mornings. I quite like going to the gym in the mornings actually. I've never done it before. I always went after work, complained all day that I had to go to the gym afterwards and trundled there in the dark, starving hungry. But in the mornings, I eat after I've worked out (something to look forward to) and I feel really awake which is quite nice. The only bad thing is that come 4pm in the afternoon, I'm falling asleep at my desk...that and having to get up at 6.30am.

I'm venturing to Leamington this weekend to do a restaurant review for my magazine. This nice, new restaurant called Queans which has a rather interesting looking menu but has had amazing reviews. I haven't been out in Leamington for a little while- I feel like a Leamington veteran circa 2004 when me and my school friends would pub crawl our way around ending up in Rio's. I feel as though I look old compared to these fresh faced young things who seemed to have just tripped out of primary school and found their way to a bottle of Smirnoff ice or Bacardi Breezer (my drink of choice when I was young).

I'm really not that old. I'm just saying that I feel a little older compare to the youth of today. To top that off, I found a grey hair on Saturday. I'm talking a full on thick, grey hair. I had to pull it out and Dan thought it would be amusing to say repeatedly, "Look, it's an actual grey hair. I've only been joking in the past that you're going grey but you actually are!" Lovely. Seeing as I'm 3 years older than Dan, he takes great pleasure in the fact that I'll always be older than him.

Hopefully with all these early morning gym visits, I'll soon have the body of a 18 year old again.