Auld Claes and Porridge

Lucky old me! I got to go to the wedding of dear friends at the weekend. They’d gone down the home-made wedding lines – held in the village hall which they’d decorated, favours made from home-grown pansies nestling in cleaned tin cans, caterers brought in and the best man doubling up as an MC.

It was spectacularly LOVELY; but dear reader I don’t have the patience… I’ll be opting for the hotel doing the organising for me.

Anyway, it was a weekend of a lot of indulgence – fizz, red wine, chocolates, cupcakes… etc. As it’s Monday, I’m back to the auld claes and porridge as they say in the Western Isles (it basically means a return to sobriety and plain food following the excesses of Christmas and New Year and isn’t it just lovely?)


Eating ‘clean’ home-grown carrots and little else…


So, apart from eating clean this week, I’ll also be doing 3-2-1 classes run by a personal trainer friend of mine (the Pocket Rocket). 3-2-1 incorporates cardio, weights and abs circuits and it’s incredibly good at getting an all-over work out. It’s tough, but the hour passes quickly. My body NEEDS a lot of sweating and a lot of hard work, so bring it on…