Nothing fun to report

I have absolutely nothing fun to report this week. The good behaviour continues in a flurry of 6:30 wake up alarms (that Nick can impressively sleep through) and an overload of salad and caffeine, taste and enjoyment free teas.

            There’s been the odd Pilates lesson, a lot of early morning encounters with gym equipment, four days of shouting at the broken aircon in the super hot gym – all in all, it has been a bit of a trying week. Don’t even get me started on the issues at work.  It’s been pretty high stress.  

            On Tuesday night I was excited to see Nick try and face his fears as we had planned a raw vegan dinner at a local restaurant with his friend Scottie (who is a vegetarian purely for woman-pulling purposes). During the day I received a lot of fearful message asking whether raw vegan food would be enough for dinner, and whether it would be ok to stop off at the kebab stand on the way home.

            Sadly, at the very last minute Scottie got called into a meeting with the US that was likely to run through to about 9pm, so healthy dinner was cancelled and we somehow ended up at a French restaurant eating steak instead…not sure how that happened.  

            Luckily, I had been on good enough behaviour to eat a steak and half portion of chips without doing too much damage to my good behaviour. Nick on the other hand celebrated the lack of anything even remotely raw or vegan by ordering an extra large steak. It was incredible, but definitely not in keeping with our good behaviour efforts.

            Still, onwards and upwards. There’s only a couple more days to get though and then we will be on our way to Thailand. Eating well in a world of boys, beer and carb based dinners is going to be tricky, but I’ll try my best!