So that’s it then…my out of office is on, and now it’s all about the pre-holiday chores…the last minute dash for forgotten essentials, food shopping to stop the man-child from starving whilst I’m away not to mention holiday toes, nails and lashes. I’m exhausted just thinking about it but I’m as giddy as a kipper and I’ll have the wind under my feet as I whizz around being busy today…it’s holiday time!! 🙂

I think I’ve had the divil in me this week, way more than I will have next. Next week is it, and now it’s here, I’m ready to relax. I caught myself at the mid week point fretting about what I was going to do about my diet, so I gave my head a wobble, and reached a ceasefire of sorts with the Asshole voice. In principle, he’ll shut the fuck up if I agree to lighten up a bit and stop obsessing about what I can or can’t eat.

I don’t know why it’s grabbed a hold of me this time where for the last two years I’ve managed holidays perfectly well. I think this will be our fourth cruise since I started writing my blog, and I didn’t go to hell in a hand cart after the first three, so I’m just being a fucking drama queen and I need to stop it.

Here’s the plan. I’ll be sensible at breakfast and lunch, do plenty of exercise and eat what I want at dinner. I’m going to drink the cocktails and I’m not going to obsess about how many calories there might be in a glass of champagne or a gin sling. I’m going to act like a normal person and not do nine circuits of the buffet. If I fancy an ice-cream I’m going to have one, but I’m not going to inhale gelato on every street corner, or have a nine-scoop triple decker with extra nuts.

We’re planning on exploring all the things we want to see on foot, so I’ll get squillions of steps in, and I’ll take my gym stuff in case I fancy a dabble. I want to feel like I’ve earned what I’m putting in my mouth, and that’s sort of the deal I’ve made with myself, you know? I’ve put at least ten new novels on my kindle, and I’m looking forward to dragging my sun lounger into the shady corner of our balcony and reading them against a backdrop of acres of ocean and blue sky.

I don’t want to deal with Armageddon when I get home so I’m not going to be stupid. I’m going to sort of kind of behave myself and I will earn the right to indulge a bit when I want to.

So, that’s me folks, over and out for the next week, in here at least…keep your eye on the Facebook page, and I’ll post lots of lovely pictures as we bob around the Med.

As they say in Rome…arrivederci!  🙂

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