Day One Hundred & Thirty Two to One Hundred Forty Six: Busy Bee

Dear David,

It's official. My job is now not condusive to weight loss, exercise or any kind of feeling of wellness. I am officially exhausted. I have not blogged since the 7th of June, which is shocking and a total epic fail. I have crammed in a lot and that includes food as well as general fun activities. I have not gained any weight but I have not lost any in god only knows how long and I am not checking how long to keep from absolutely killing my morale.

I went to Ireland for the weekend to visit friends. I used to live in South County Dublin and was there for about 3 years. Headed over and caught up with good, good friends and had some good, good times. Friend I was staying with had organised tickets for a food festival. If you are sensing that I might have grubbed it, you should trust your instincts. I grubbed it.

 Her boyfriend got us VIP tickets as he imports wine and sells to restaurants in Dublin. Makes me giggle every time he tells someone as it sounds like the wankiest profession in the world. Yes, it sounds like it....but I was wrong. We met some classic characters at the food festival. Mostly friends of his friends and all Celtic Tiger pups. One woman had been the face of women's golf in Ireland and found every way, at every point in the conversation, whether relevant or not, to tell me how much money she had. It was quite obvious that a lot of this money had found its way up her and her partner's nose. Brain addled but she drives a Porsche and has a 9 under par handicap, or some such other bullshit, so that makes it ok.

Another one was a women of quite stunning beauty who had married well, a couple of times, and after the divorce from hubbie number two had made a bloody fortune. She opened a chain of hairdressers and beauty salons in Dublin and made even more. She also had put quite a lot of her fortune up her nose, by all accounts.

Had a bloody good time. Ate like I had never had a good meal in my life and found that, when you hang out with the cocaine addled, rich kids, you pay for nothing. Nothing. We got everything for free because they knew everyone and we were handed free food and drink like it was going out of fashion.

Headed to No Name after the festival and hung out and had a few waters (still taking cocodamol and opiods and alcohol DO NOT MIX). Great late bar in Dublin and one of my favourite spots. Somewhat marred when one of the chaps tried to hit on me by rather awkwardly putting his clamy hand on my knee. It made me realise that I am not actually in the mood for any of it and should definitely invest in a cat! Came home relaxed though and had a great time.

Now ramping up to go and do part of the Camino to Santiago de Compostela - I am going to do about 130kms in about 7 days and a couple of days either side to chill out a little. It did seem like a good idea when I booked it but I could actually do with lying in a darkened room for a week and just doing nothing. Hoping this will get me back on track with the exercise.

Anyways, off to bed now. Resolve to update blog more frequently and will start detailing food intake and exercise again......

Sorry, David.

Ciara