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!!!

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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…