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Biceps, high heels and hot tubs

In cinema, Hollywood on June 4, 2010 at 9:43 am

I’ve always been a big fan of the escapism the cinema offers, and while there are occasional movies that I sit through and lament the time I’ve wasted, for the most part, I enjoy the whole experience, munching my Minstrels, watching the trailers, and ooh-ing and aah-ing with the best of them through whatever Hollywood blockbuster I’ve paid to see.

One of my particular favourites this year was Date Night, a movie that made me cackle my socks off with thorough enjoyment, and one I’ll be adding to the DVD collection for easy Saturday night entertainment, and I tend to go two or three times a month to get my fiction fix. Last weekend I went through movie mania – Sex And The City 2 with the girls (preceded by cocktails of course) and Prince of Persia with the boy.

SATC2 has endured a critcal slating, as if that was going to make a jot of difference to the thousands of women across the world who would make it an occasion to have a night with the girls. You either want to see it, or you don’t. None of us expected the Hurt Locker, we expected a few pithy jokes, a few scenarios we could relate to and a whole lot of fashion and fantasy that we could only dream of, and that is what we got, leave use be. Myself, my mum, Donna, Beki, Zoe and Jade loved it, and so did the rest of the rammed cinema if the hisses, gasps and cheers were anything to go by.

From sex to sand dunes, I uncomplainingly went to watch the Prince of Persia, based on the (apparently) very popular computer game. It’s kind of fantastical and exciting in an Indiana Jones/National Treasure way, but with benefits.

Both of them went some way toward making up for the travesty that was Hot Tub Time Machine, which was every bit as bad as it sounds, and will take quite some making up for.

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Here comes summer (allegedly)

In health, Holiday, shopping on June 2, 2010 at 3:37 pm

We enjoyed a good four days of dazzling sunshine the week before last – glorious baking sun that beat down on us and gave great numbers of us red-raw shoulders and strap-marks because, so unused to it as we are, we underestimate the power of the British Sunshine.

Obviously, it’s since done a runner but we’re promised it’ll come back out to play this weekend. I am, for once, ready for it. I don’t know if I suffer from seasonal affective disorder (SAD), I doubt it, I think like anyone, I just feel happier when the days are longer and lighter and I am taking care of myself.

The past year has been a rough one on every level and it has taken months for me to work out what I want to do with my future. Having only recently plucked up the courage to start following my heart and head and not just take the easy way out, I have exchanged one lot of stresses for another, but feel better for it despite the inevitable uncertainity of it all.

I’ve always known that the best way for me to channel stress is to exercise, but I’ve struggled to fit it in. Until May 1, which I’d set as my own D Day to quit whining and start doing.

Having undertaken a two-month project in the East Midlands earlier this year, my visits to the gym had been fairly scarce and I was determined to reacquaint myself with it, and on May 1st, I did. I combined my daily visits with the much-promoted Special K diet – you’ve never seen so many cereal boxes – eating various kinds for breakfast and lunch, and then enjoying my usual evening meals; be they at Pizza Express, Ask, La Tasca (I’ve become obsessed with vouchers) or made by my own fair hand, and I am happy to say that one month on, I feel better, am more toned and am fitting into clothes I’ve not worn in many a month.

That’s pretty much clinched it for me. Between gyming regularly, managing my own time, eating to suit myself, and meeting up with friends more regularly, either to do various combat, pump and spin classes (followed by a sauna and a gossip of course) or just to indulge in food, wine and banter, I feel better than I have in around 18 months.

With the promise of a summer holiday in a few weeks time, I have the incentive to keep at it. I’ve bought a fab maxi dress as a ‘hey, well done on month one’ gift to myself, and it’s pretty snug…

Here’s hoping I do well enough in month two to buy the wedge sandals I’ve seen to match it!