Feeling:: very strange. We are now just over one week out to ~the big day~ and in myself I haven't felt stressed however I've cried at work a few times and had some 'coming down with something' type symptoms for the past 2 weeks. I left quite a bit of the stuff I have to diy for this weekend and I would not recommend. Spread stuff out people.
Writing:: an essay! What an idiot, this is a bit of an explanation for why I've been so absent. I decided to do a uni course with the exam and essay deadline in the same month as my wedding. I've been super fun to be around.
Reading:: books by women, incidentally. I like to follow what I've been reading on Goodreads and bar one book so far this year I've been reading books exclusively by women. I've decided to try and maintain the trend. My fave so far has been Letters to my Fanny by Cherry Healey.
Listening:: podcasts. I started off when everyone else did with podcasts by listening to Serial then kind of forgot about podcasts for a while. I can't remember what started it but I decided to start listening to the Woman's Hour podcast when walking Charlie and since then found a few that I've really enjoyed! It feels like I'm doing more for myself ~education wise~ than just listening to music.
Eating:: bloody everything. I had my final dress fitting and then ate takeaway 3 times in one week. Normally I don't care about putting a bit of extra weight on around Christmas and easter etc as it usually balances out over the next few weeks. However this time, the wedding is single figures away and my goodness it feels strange to have such a snug fitting dress. You don't realise your clothes don't *fit* until you have something that is 100% fitted to your body. Strange concept. Don't worry, my dress will fit as everything people say about the stress keeping your weight stable/ making you accidentally lose weight in the weeks up to your wedding is true. Bodies are weird man.
Buying:: bikinis! I have never in my life worn a bikini, isn't that a sad concept at 25 years old? I have been too self conscious to wear anything more revealing than the tankini I had at 10 years old until now. It feels stupid to say now and it makes me a bit sad but I've bought some killer bikinis for our Scottish mini moon (hello hot tub on the roof) and I'm looking forward to having some time alone to get used to wearing them before going full public with me bod. I say that like posting pics of myself in them on twitter isn't public ;)
Yet again, ending a blog post with the whole 'hope I don't leave it so long next time' line again but I really don't. Thank you to Charlotte for giving me the kick up the bum I needed to get writing again. Unless there's a blog post between now and 26/04/2017 I reckon I'll have a pretty special day to update you on next time ;)