Last year, I posted about my FitBit. This is a handy thing to have (if a bit dispiriting at times). Last weekend, I proposed a “Weekend Warrior” challenge with my FitBit friends. “This will be easy!” I thought. “I’m going to be walking all day. There’s no way I can lose!” Plus I was doing it more-or-less blind as I couldn’t sync in Russia unless I was connected to the WiFi.
And it went well. Until just before I went to bed on Saturday when another person joined the challenge and her FitBit showed that she’d racked up 56,000 steps. I assume that she has been running all day marathons as I had no idea that it was possible for someone to rack up so many steps in one day. I mean – I was really happy with my total of about 28,000 (my goal is 10,000).
When I got back, I read this article in the Pool and realised that- yes! I am a toddler who requires constant praise from my gizmos. I’ve rather got the habit of wearing it all the time, regardless of whether it’s been charged. This isn’t what I got it for. I’ve decided to leave it off for a while and give myself a break from the constant monitoring. Also, I’ve got a (now recovering) patch of eczema that may or may not be caused by wearing the rubber bracelet.
I like to think I am a great packer – and for the kids, I am. Seriously, I can get it done for everyone for a week in about twenty minutes. However, when it is just for me, I am entirely useless.
Tomorrow, I am going to Russia with my friend M. And I am, finally, packed (give or take a few things). It’s meant to rain on Saturday so I have an additional sartorial problem. Plus, I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to do. I’ve heard that Russian women believe in dressing up, which isn’t really my scene.
I have the problem that I am really fat at the moment. Yesterday, I caught sight of myself in a security camera. UGH. So today, I went for a run. It won’t have made much difference but it does make me feel better. I had an appointment with my chiropractor earlier in the week and she asked me how my running was going. I enormously exaggerated the extent of my running schedule; she knew and I knew that I was lying but neither of us said anything.
The other day I took my son for a riding lesson at Hill Farm (haven’t linked as I’m writing this on my phone) in Freshwater. This is a good activity – it’s outside, teaches a skill and you can’t do it in central London.
I’m always rather on a back foot at riding schools. People who are “into horses” seem to have a totally alien set of terminology for almost everything. Plus my son, as an insanely overconfident north London boy, had to be told (by me) that the brisk lady there was IN CHARGE and that he had to do as he was told and NOT INTERRUPT.
One thing I always forget is just how many dogs there are at riding schools. This one has about eight seemingly identical brown ones milling about.
My son has told me that next time he wants me to have a lesson. I am a bit frightened (plus I may be a bit heavy for most of their horses) but it is probably a good idea.
I may not post over the next few days as we have some more lovely friends and their sons coming to stay for a few days. Will be back after the weekend. I hope, with a sink that’s fixed and a fridge that is now working.
We had some terrific food. I do love France – our chalet hosts did lovely dinners and we had some great lunches.
If I ate this way all year long, it would become unbearable but when you’re skiing, you really do need a lot of carbohydrates and protein. I left my fitbit at home but rather regretted it – I would have liked to see whether it recorded skiing as equivalent to walking.
If you are in the area, one place we had lunch in was La Grande Ourse in Les Gets. It’s right at the top of the mountain but is easy enough to get to (as long as you are on skis). I think it is English owned (at least all the staff were English) and I had the goose salad. So utterly delicious, it had strawberries in it.
So, I am back from my awesome holiday in Morzine – in the end there were 13 of us (6 adults, 7 kids) in the chalet plus a couple and their two kids who were in a separate chalet. We had terrific snow (a big relief, as a couple of weeks before, the slopes had been rather bare) and had a lovely time.
I did bail after a couple of hours on Friday – the group was planning to ski into Switzerland and my knees were hurting – but skied the rest of the time. My knees are a bit sore now but will be better soon, I’m sure.
God, the Alps are awesome. You never realise until you get there but if you have a clear view then it really is superb. In the photo above, we were above the cloud so got a great view of the peaks.
We had a go at skiing with our son. I wonder whether teaching your child to ski is a bit like teaching him to drive – you have to restrain yourself from snapping and keep praising. In my case, I had to keep reminding myself that HE IS FOUR. In any case, he did a good job and I told him that I was proud of him. He is MUCH better than last year, when he refused point blank to do a snowplough because he wanted to “go down that hill, Mummy, very very fast”.
On Friday afternoon (after I’d bailed on the skiing), I took him ice skating, which he was really good at but I was completely useless. I stood, clinging onto the side, quaking with terror while he got round holding onto a penguin thing. I also took him zorbing – my daughter was a bit too little for it but he thought it was marvellous.
On Wednesday, I went down to Lewes to meet my friend S and to do a bit of walking. This always makes me feel rather virtuous – S is like a greyhound and likes to go up and down hills really, really fast. So I got my workout.
I am nearly finished with packing. We have a 20kg limit (each, not as a family) which we may be over. My husband has checked my ski boots (because I always have problems with my feet) and has declared them fine.
Yesterday, I went for a run. It was my first one of 2016 – I had a break over Christmas because of a cold and, well, just because. It was okay – I did 20 minutes very slowwwwwwly but will get faster soon enough. I’ve eaten (and drunk) far too much over Christmas and don’t feel as fit and strong as I would like.
It was a beautiful day – sunny and cold. The New River was frozen, although I am not sure that this has come out all that well in my pictures.