The Sunshine Blogger Award

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The Rules

The guidelines for this award are straightforward.

  • Thank the blogger(s) that nominated you in the post and link back to their blog
  • Answer the 11 questions the blogger asked you
  • Nominate 8-11 new blogs to receive the award and write them 11 new questions
  • List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award Logo on your post and/or in your blog

Thank You

My nomination for the sunshine blogger award came from the lovely JBlaides from Wit and Whimsy. I’m beginning to think that we are kindred spirits from across the pond. Her blog resonates with me on so many levels and I really enjoy catching up with her posts a couple of times a week. You must take a look and see what I see. I thank you a thousand times for the nomination JBlaides, it has certainly brought some sunshine to my week. I’m so very pleased to be taking part in an award.

11 Questions I have been asked to answer from Wit and Whimsy

  1. What is your favorite smell?

I’m a writer through and through, so as part of the territory I enjoy reading. I adore the smell of books. I think it’s a shame that a kindle/eReader is using up my time now, and I long for the days gone by of library trips. Bringing home books with tarnished pages, the smells on the printed papers of readers past. This smell is a story in it’s own rights. To me there is nothing nicer than a borrowed old book; to the extent that my favourite old copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland is derelict and my second hand copy of Pride and Prejudice is falling apart.

  1. What of your traits do you think define you?

Loyalty. To a fault. I’ve been stung so many times because I’ve taken care of someone who has trusted me. Unfortunately not everyone has the same take on this trait as I do and I am often left betrayed or in a bind because I’m not willing to betray a ‘friend’. I use the term friend here loosely as it’s often co-workers that have stepped all over me. Saying this, I know more than most people think.

  1. In a parallel universe, what do you do for a living?

In a parallel universe I would be a world class guitarist. I play, I have done for years. My nerves always get the better of me and I will not for the life in me play in front of any audience. I took beta-blockers for one performance because I was that beaten. In a parallel universe I would play perfectly, confidently and proudly so that my classical or acoustic sound would resonate the performance arena.

  1. What makes you feel most confident?

Looking good. I adore fashion, and if my bank account let me my wardrobe would be as big as my current residence. I feel good when I think I look good which is the biggest confidence booster for me. Each pound I loose is making me feel better. I hope to get my confidence back permanently once I’m at my target size/weight.

  1. What is your favorite story?

The Little Mermaid. The true form, not the Disney. Although I do love that version too.

  1. Are you a reader or a viewer?

Reader for sure. However, I do rather like a good comparison. I completed my dissertation on a multimodal analysis of a book and film, so I am a sucker for both really.

  1. What is your biggest bucket list item?

The biggest thing on my bucket list right this moment is to own our own home. We are so close to buying, not too far to go.

  1. What is your least favorite taste?

Anything ultra fatty. Pork belly being one of them. Shuddering just thinking about it.

  1. What is the happiest moment of 2018 thus far for you?

Dela standing up on her own for sure.

  1. What is your favorite holiday and why?

New York City. I’ve visited twice and loved it. I adore the place, my heart feels like it belongs there or did belong there. I’d visiting a hundred times if I could, because people watching with a coffee in central park is the sweetest past time ever.

  1. Do people change or just circumstances?

A little bit of both I guess. I’m a firm believer that an experience changes a person. We are, in my opinion, constantly growing as individuals. We learn from mistakes, we alter our behaviours to change our fortunes. I think that if people change, circumstances are influenced. I also think that if circumstances change, a person is influenced.

 

My Nominations

  1. Fashion and Style Police

2.  Mama’s Yoga Vibes

3. Lala’s Journey

4. Caitlan Does

5. Brutal Honesty Blogger

6. The Yorkshire Fit Gal

7. Charlotte Hoather Blog

8. Beckies Mental Mess Blog

 

11 Questions for my nominees

  1. What is your preferred side of the bed?
  2. What is your all-time favourite song? And why?
  3. If you had to choose an actor/actress to play you in a movie of your life, who would it be?
  4. You’re going on a road trip; you can only take 3 necessary items. What would they be?
  5. Do you dunk cookies/biscuits in your tea/ coffee?
  6. Morbid one, sorry!! If you had to choose fire or ice at the end of your days, which one would you prefer to go by?
  7. You are getting married – What flavour cake do you choose?
  8. Beer or cider?
  9. What draws you attention from a potential suitor? Eyes, Smile, bum or something different?
  10. How old were you when you had your first kiss?
  11. Comedy or romance films?
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Exhausted

This morning was great. Up early, did a workout ate a banana and a Healthy Mummy smoothie and got picked up for a morning play date with my sweet nieces.

We went to one of our fave spots. Shibden Hall Park. It was a drizzly, over cast morning so it was pretty empty. We grabbed a coffee and got a picture of all the girls together, then headed up to the park to play.

Second workout of the day was pushing Scarlett on the swings. When I say swings I don’t mean conventional. I mean the big heavy net ones that swing and spin in all directions. Have you ever tried stopping one with a child on?! I’ll confirm; they are heavy. Pretty sure that will do for shoulders for a few days.

Stopped for lunch and had a salad to stay healthy. Yes, I’m being really good still… that’s 5 whole days. I better be slim and strong tomorrow!!

Had a phone call too when we were on our way home. We’re no further along in THE issue and I’m about to blow a gasket. How much more will I have to endure? How much longer will my patience last? And with the last question sweet heart, your guess is literally as good as mine.

This afternoon; dog pacing the room as baby had just eaten some snacks as he needed the loo. I open the front door to let him out in the garden. I shit you not, 2 perfectly white and fluffy feathers were just sat there. Right on the door step. Not sure how or why, and I’m always sceptical but this has to be a sign of better things to come. Then Aro (aka, demon dog) ate one. Stuck his wet nose in it, and licked it right up. I put the other in my purse in hope that it will act as some good luck charm. So maybe I’ll play the borderline believer now. The universe is going to take care of it? Maybe?

A white feather symbolises the following in the religion I would associate myself with (paganism):

• Peace

• Purity

• A glimpse or moment of awakening (like seeing number such as 11:11 Or 12:12)

• Trust and faith

• Hope

• Blessings &Connection with the moon

• Protection

• A visit from an angel

Here’s hoping right!?!

White feather blessings to you all.

Xoxo, L

Through The Fog

After last night’s head clear out, I’m thinking differently again.

We all have issues. And I’m struggling with how to sort this one out. The key hasn’t been softly softly, so kicking it up a notch could be worth a shot. I’m finding it hard to know which part of the puzzle I am. To my story I am the central peice. To their story I’m not sure where I fit, which is why this issue is taking so freaking long to sort out.

With last night’s post (brain vomit) all over the blog, today has been a bit of a haze. Delilah and I went for a walk, had a clean up as I talked to myself. I babbled on about my issue; meticulously planning out different scenarios and what I would say to each. I’ve had that conversation so many times now that if it doesn’t happen in reality I might actually self combust!

Now I’m sat here thinking about spontaneously setting alight, or just imploading. Yes, that’s how my mind works.

Delilah has decided today that the only thing worth crawling for is a dog toy or a plug wire. The days of sitting her in the centre of her toys and nipping out the room to throw some washing in, or empty the dishwasher are just about to be over. I am glad she’s on the move. My sweet girl was getting frustrated just sat there some of the time and ended up being a right wingey thing. She likes to pull herself up too, so lowering the cot is a must this weekend before she decides to escape. As you can see from the pictures little miss D is very happy to have her doggy’s toy.

Onwards and upwards right?!

Xoxo, L

Dealing With Limbo… Still

I’m still in limbo. Issues are still floating around and it’s driving me more mental that I already am.

I’m holding together each of my seams while juggling normal family life. I’m scared of a break down. Racing thoughts are being muffled and my chest feels like my heart is going to rip itself out.

This feeling is bleak.

Maybe the bitch will bite, because the sweet quiet girl isn’t getting results. Maybe it’s time to let the bitch out. The bitch gets results.

The anxiousness is making my chest heavy. I’m concentrating on more than one thing at once, so this post will probably make no sense.

I’m tired of not having what I want all the time. I see everyone around me building a life, and I can’t help but be envious of old school friends that have a huge perfectly new house or a fancy Merc. They go on all the luxury holidays, get married we’re talking like £20k weddings. And we’re struggling to continue saving for a house because I’m going through redundancy after being on maternity leave. And every time I get somewhere in my career, I’m knocked straight back on my arse. I can’t help but think “why me?” And “what the fuck did I do?”. I’m thankful for what I have, immensely so and I’d never change man, or baby but what the hell is wrong with wanting it all?

My heads a mess again tonight. I don’t like losing control, and the bitch make a me do that.

In other news; Delilah crawled forwards today rather than backwards. That’s a huge win for my little miss.

Back to the mental mess, I’ll figure it out I’m sure.

Xoxo, L

Day 1 Of Motivating My Own A*se

It is about time I got my backside in gear and got rid of the excess baby weight. Today was day 1 of changing my mindset and hopefully in turn my life style.

I got in a ten minute yoga sequence from Pinterest. I enjoy yoga, but my flexibility isn’t what it used to be. I’ll try keep this up to get my flex back. Maybe mix it up with a different sequence each morning. It’s rather inspiring to find a different workout every so often.

My second workout was through a website/ app I’ve been following. It’s recently come to the UK and I’ve been lucky enough to trial it and be a Motivating Mum. Basically I help promote, by sharing features of the app and the meals I’ve been cooking and workouts I use. This has been great, and I genuinely adore the app and the Facebook community is great, always supporting you. Since January I’ve had a fair few up and downs, so even though I’ve been using the recipes I’ve been inconsistent with my workouts and eating processed food in between, chocolate, cake and all the wrong stuff. So in the process of all this, I’ve lost weight but not as much as I could have.

I digress.

The healthy Mummy App is so good as is their website. There are many options for workouts, but today I did a 30 min legs cicuit workout and after the high jumps and jumping squats my legs were like ‘whoa, didn’t know we could do that’. Then came walking down the stairs. Who knew a home workout could give you jelly legs. I considered going down the stairs on my bum at one point, but struggled through.

Food has been good. No treats, all ‘clean’ food and plenty of water. So day 1 has gone pretty well. Even managed to use up leftover beef for the stir fry tonight along with a ton of veg nearing it’s best. Even made some energy balls which consist of 3 ingredients and are pretty tasty and satisfying for that sweet tooth.

Hoping my will power can do day 2 justice also. I so want to get back in to my yellow dress for Delilah’s first birthday in August.

Happy Monday.

Xoxo, L.

When You’re Trying to Move Forward…

The picture is of my daughter. Her socks all skewed as she’s working out how to crawl and my mum’s dog Izzy pinning her leg down.

I wonder if it’s always the case; do we always have something holding us back? Maybe only in a small way, but do we have some anchor or something other holding us in place?

Should we work on severing the tie that holds us in our current situation? Or alternatively, should we be respectful of ties and treat them as bridges?

What’s your take? Do you burn the bridge? Or do you add in an extension to get where you want to be?

Delilah kicked and kicked until Izzy let her leg free. Although she’s not quiet moving forwards yet, she is always learning.

Food for thought I think. Maybe it all depends on the situation.

Xoxo, L.

One Rule For Having A Good Day

Through the hard days, like most people who deal with a mental illness, I loose my motivation. The smallest tasks see like a monumental effort.

The older I get and the wiser I become to my own mentality I’ve noticed that if I can completely the most simple task I have a better day.

MAKE YOUR BED.

It is as simple as that. Always make your bed. Straighten out your sheet, your duvet and fluff up them pillows.

The first task of the day. Do it like you want to even if you don’t. Take pride in making it look good. Tick it off your list and I promise you that you will feel more productive. It will start your day in the right way. You will feel good for accomplishing one of your daily tasks.

If it’s all down hill from there and it’s still a bad day (which it can be) you have a nicely made bed to get into. Regardless of the day, getting into a made bed is pretty damn good. It’s next to clean sheets and fluffy towels.

It wouls ve great to know how you get on. Leave me a comment on how you make a bad day good. Happy bed making.

Xoxo, L.