New York City, baby!!

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Us in Central Park - just after the proposal <3

Us in Central Park – just after the proposal 

Those who know me know I am obsessed with New York. I absolutely love, love, love the city. I get all emotional just thinking about it.

I can’t remember how old I was when I first realised I just had to go, but I know its all I spoke about during University. So, when I finally managed to convince Steve it was about time we went, to say I was excited, well it actually was the biggest understatement of the century. We decided to go just after New Year; our flights were booked for January 3rd – perfectly planned for ice-skating in central park and of course, the January sales.

I started my countdown early, 10 months, 9 months 30days, 8months – you get the idea. Absolutely every single one of my Facebook friends were fuming with me by the time we went. I’m surprised no one actually told me to give it a rest!

Anyway, I had the trip planned to a tee. We had a full-blown itinerary. There was not a chance I was wasting one single moment in the city. I was making the most out of every second there.

I’d booked tickets up the Empire State (day) and Top of the Rocks, (night) trip to the Statue of Liberty, a 4-hour Sex and the City tour complete with free cupcakes, visit to the sex shop and time for a quick jaunt into Marc Jacobs and Jimmy Choo on Bleaker Street. We also managed to squeeze in a ride around central park, dinner at Gordon Ramsay’s restaurant Maze, followed by tickets to see the Lion King on Broadway. And, of course, there was time scheduled for shopping.

Now, even I didn’t think that this trip could get any better – I’d been to Tiffany’s and got my necklace (we also nipped the toilets whilst we were there, as you do, and well, even the restrooms sparkled!) I’d visited the New York public Library (the inner geek in me just had to) and I’d filled my boots with pizza, pancakes and cupcakes until I felt as sick as a dog… But, well, it did in fact get much, much better…

On our second to last day we went to central park. And that was where the 2nd best moment of my life happened; Steve got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Now, I am a girl of a lot of words, but all I could manage was ‘oh my god, oh my god.’ I did eventually get out a yes! I was over the moon.

That whole day past in a bit of a whirlwind and it wasn’t really until I got back home that it hit me – bloody hell, not only was I engaged, but I was engaged in New York City baby!!!


The one without any diet coke

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Keeping in line with my new year’s resolutions, I thought I would update you all on how things are going on the resolution front. If I’m being completely honest, it is a little bit of a mixed bag.

Well, that was me being honest, when I started to write this blog post 2 weeks ago. (NYR no 7 – Blog once a week.) As you can see, my last post was New Year’s Day, and we’re now on the 21st – so yeah, this whole resolution thing is going really well for me!

Maybe I should start by posting what I’d wrote so far, on the 13th Jan – and ill update you on the actual progress to date along the way!


Resolution 1: a photo a day – I started strong, I even began posting them to Facebook so that would encourage me to carry one. I got to day 7 pretty easily. Then day 8, 9, 10, 11 and 12 happened so fast that I blinked and missed them. So, it’s now a photo a day, minus a week-ish. Note to self: Must do better.

Resolution 2: gym at least twice a week. Well, this couldn’t start until I was back from New York – so I haven’t technically broke this one yet, but I have already lost 2 out of the 7 days by not going at the weekend and having a disaster of a start to my Monday morning drive to work.

To be fair to me, I’d packed my bag the night before and had it ready and waiting for me to leave with it on Monday morning. When I opened the door, I realised that my car was missing from outside the house. I looked outside the garage but couldn’t see if, so thought that my beloved husband had decided to hide it on me as a joke. 20 minutes of searching the estate later, I remembered that I’d left it in the town centre yesterday as we decided to go shopping in the same car. I’d totally forgot on the way home, didn’t pick it up (obvs) hence why it wasn’t on the drive as expected. Cue the one mile long walk to the town centre to get car before I could drive the 20 minutes to work. Drama, drama eh. I’d actually been organised and prepared lunch so I had my bag, a bag with food and water in (1.5 litres to get me off to a good start!) and a file full of work I’d taken home to carry, so there was no way I could fit the gym bag on my person as well. So, there you have it, a totally justified reason as to why I haven’t yet been able to go the gym. There’s still 5 days left of the week though so all is not lost…YET.

Resolution 3: Read 2 books (at least) a month – Now this one I thought would be pretty easy, considering I was spending 14 hours on a plane and it was January so I would (naturally) have no money whatsoever so I would have to spend my evenings living my life through the characters in my books. Not really got an excuse for this one to be honest. There’s still 18 days left of the month, so I have 9 days per book. I can totally do this. Note to self: Must also do better.

Resolution 4: Savings – Now I knew this one was going to be hard and technically I haven’t broken this one as there was no specified amount or time limit. The only deal was that I could not transfer the money back when I ran out before the end of the month. Therefore I consider this one to still be valid. Note to self: Must transfer £1 into savings before the end of the month and not spend it. Next month, must do better.

Well, this was actually as far as I’d got, so in brief, my current status of unbroken resolutions is 1. Number 3 is still going strong. I am half way through one book and downloaded a million others last night, so I am determined to get through them in the next 10 days.

So, here I am now on the 21-01-2014 and so far progress on keeping my resolutions is slim to non-existent. I have definitely on occasion had more than one diet coke a day (no 5) I have eaten out twice last week, and had takeaway twice the week before (no 6)nor I have not blogged (until today! L) However, number 8 is going quite well. I most certainly am having as much fun as possible – eating out, drinking coke, not reading books, eating unhealthily and not saving a penny! Woop – go me! I have still not even started to look at the unfinished novel that dons my shelf (no 9) and also I haven’t really saw much of the world yet either (no 10) 😦 I mean, I have been to Chester 3 times, but I’m not really sure that counts!

I am though, about to rectify it all… I have a plan and so I’m counting myself as armed and dangerous. I have hired a personal trainer, signed up for a triathlon with a friend, and downloaded every single healthy recipe off BBC good foods. I’ve put £5 in my savings account (you’ve got to start somewhere right) and I’m taking my laptop home tonight to proof the pages I’ve already wrote. All of this and I’ve not had one drop of diet coke today… Oh god; that explains A LOT…What on earth have I got myself into now?

The one with all the Pizza

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This past week in work has been absolutely manic so I haven’t really had time to prepared food for lunches and dinner each night, and if I’m being completely honest, I haven’t really wanted to either. Getting home at night I’ve been shattered so the washing is piled high and well, let’s just say – it’s a good job we have a dishwasher! The problem with all this is, it means I’ve been eating a pile of stodge, namely (and more specifically) pizza.

Now, I am not the biggest fan of pizza anyway – it probably stems back to the fact that my mum has a completely inability to be able to cook a shop bought one – it was always burnt – often on the top and the bottom – not ‘crispy on the outside’ as she liked to say.

Anyways, on Tuesday I wasn’t quite hungry enough for a full meal at dinner time, so I had one of those mini Chicago town microwave pizza’s – which are actually quite tasty as far as microwavable food goes. On Wednesday it would have been rude not to take advantage of Domino’s 50% off voucher they had so kindly provided me with that afternoon at the fresher’s fayre. On Thursday, the student bar had very kindly offered to feed some helpers after the fayre and so it would have been doubly rude to not have helped myself to the meat and the veggie slices on offer there. I had completely forgotten about the slice of pizza that I had helped myself to on the afternoon of the Thursday (the shame!!) – And to be honest, I think I might just forget that again now too!

So last night, when I was puzzled as to why I felt so bloated and just plain eugh, well, it baffles me as to why I even questioned it. I am a walking, talking human pizza. I literally feel like I have inhaled every single pizza in the world in this past week and now I am paying for it!

So for next week, I have decided to follow in the footsteps of a colleague and have a detox. I am armed with a list of good detox food (if you can call it food!) and I am raring to go – well after my obligatory ‘I’m going on a detox so I’m eating a Chinese’ chinese. (Yum!)

The thing I think I am going to find the hardest is the lack of caffeine. On Friday I stated that caffeine isn’t a problem for me, as I only drink coffee out of habit, and I only drink diet coke because I like the taste. Hmm. Maybe I need to rethink my logic on that one – especially considering as I said it, I had a cup of coffee, a can of diet coke and a bottle of lucozade on my desk. Oops.

Hi, my name is Danielle and I am a caffeine addict. Ha, I can see right now, this next week is going to go really well for me!

I’m pretty certain that I am going to encounter a variety of problems and I’m sure for everyone else the next 7 to 10 days are going to be vair hilare, so as the good blogger that I am (read: trying to be) I will keep you updated with my progress. Wish me luck…

The one with the quarter-of-a-century life crisis

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So, I think I am having a quarter-of-a-century life crisis.

The other day Steve went through the drive-thru at McDonald’s and I didn’t order (or eat) anything. Instead, I un-wrapped his sweet-chili-chicken deli sandwich for him and held the bag tightly shut around his greasy chips to keep them warm until we got back. Then I ate my super-healthy lunch.

That same day in work, whilst my colleagues ate Kit-Kats and other scrummy chocolate snacks, I drank my diet coke and contemplated a banana.


Where has this new found will power come from I hear you ask. I have no bloody idea. It must be my nearly reaching a quarter-of-a century life crisis. This is the only explanation.

I start healthy eating every single week. Sometimes more than once a week (especially if it’s been a particularly stressful week, or we have something to celebrate) I mean, who can blame a girl for giving in to the super-tempting and yummy draw of a Chinese, or an Indian, or a piece of cake*, Domino’s pizza, or chips and fish – we do live by the sea after all. It would be rude not to. Right?

.. *it’s more a slab of cake as opposed to piece, sometimes its even half a cake, sometimes, if it’s been a particularly awful day, it’s a whole cake. But I’m a lady, so we’ll stick with piece and tell no one.

Anyway, I was so impressed with my healthy eating mantra that I began to genuinely think there was something wrong with me. Maybe if I do something spectacular with my life, maybe go and find myself (somewhere exotic of course) then, maybe, just maybe, I can get out of my quarter-of-a-century life crisis without too much trouble. So I began researching around the world adventures and was armed with a plan to discuss further with my other half that night.

The more I thought about it though, the more I decided that maybe around the world travel wasn’t for me. I mean, yeah I’ve climbed Kili – but that was only 5 weeks ago and I’m not sure I’m in that much of a rush to get back to living out of a backpack for a while. Also, I have experienced my first festival this year and got married. So maybe, what I really needed was to spend some quality time chilling at home. Problem solved. Panic over. Quarter-of-a-century life crisis OVER.

So, I did what any girl would do when she has something to celebrate – went out for an Indian!

The first steps are always the hardest (i hope!)

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So today i decided it was time to start training properly for the big climb. Now i have to admit, i had tried to do this a few weeks ago, but after my boxercise personal training session, which left me hating life a little, and the spinning class of dooooommm, i gave it a break for a little while. So today, i decided, it was finally time to take my first steps.

I started with a walk into town. Off I went down glanrafon  hill (or bitch hill as it is more commonly known) got myself an apple and rasberry juice, a subway(healthy eating starts tomorrow!!) and started to make my way back up the hill. Halfway up, (ok, a third of the way up) i got a bit bored, so decided to call my mum. Having a little natter to her made it all that more bearable and so i increased my pace. I have to admit, it was partly to do with not wanting my lovely toasted subway to go cold in my bag!

Anyway, people always say that walking is a perfect opportunity to be alone in your thoughts, and to have a good think. To be honest, i dont have that many deep thoughts to think about and i prefer to talk, so this is something that i struggle with. What i did conclude, once i had reached the top of the hill, was that actually i dont walk often enough, and if im being completely honest, I’m not that much of a fan of it!

This does pose a slight problem…

Anyways, tomorrow is another day and I am going to go for a run. I’m not sure how i feel about this right now, but im sure it will be fine. I’ll run towards Mcdonalds, so worse case, I have somewhere to sit and wait for steve to come and pick me up!