Always look on the bright side

The run up to our big departure could have been a little more auspicious.

The woman I was training to take over from me at work went totes doolally, making handing over a little tricky, ha! (You’ve got to love understatement).

I wore four and a half inch heels, for the first time in about five years, to a wedding the weekend before we left which my feet did not appreciate, at all, and left me with a severely swollen left foot and unable to walk for several days and when I could, painfully and no faster than a snail. (Amazing wedding though!)

And we’d decided not to pack until the last weekend, which in hindsight was both a brilliant and utterly bonkers decision to have made. (Thank the sweet Baby Cheeses for JHubz who is and was amazeballs).

Also about two days out I started feeling incredibly anxious about everything. I am very good at living in the moment. Too good at times because HOLY MOLY what are we doing, AGAIN!! Ha!

As I was unable to walk, no seriously, it was like someone was sticking a hot poker into my foot, we booked a wheelchair to and from the plane. I’d stuffed up the companion voucher booking and we were booked out in economy and back in business, not the order it was supposed to be AT ALL. My seat didn’t recline and my screen worked intermittently. Notice a theme? Pants all round and the pants aren’t over yet, soon though I promise.

I’m fat. No judgement about anyone else but for me I’m huge, and I don’t like it. It seems it’s very easy to ignore how huge I’d become in England when wrapped up in layers all the time, But here, in shorts and a vest? Huge. I’ve spent the last two years driving to and from work, working through most lunch breaks and too emotionally drained at the end of the day to want or care about doing any exercise. I also have the world’s loveliest but laziest husband and an unhealthy addiction to chocolate. So there you have it, I am three stone, give or take, heavier than when I landed in London in 2017. Yes it will change here, the chocolate stops and we walk everywhere, and will be swimming and diving soon enough but it won’t happen overnight and I feel unsightly.

We arrived at the lovely little apartment we had booked to discover the pool was out of use and the bed as hard as a plank of wood. At which point after a sleepless night of ‘what ifs’ and missing Ma (call me a big baby all you want) I said oh hells no.

Thankfully AirBnB were great and refunded us the rest of our stay and we lugged our not insignificant amount of luggage to a lovely hotel, with a soft bed and pillows, around the corner and nested in.

It’s about 36 hours since we arrived. I’m still fat, but my foot is a little better every day, I’ve had two x two hour massages at At Ease, the yummiest massage place, and enjoyed my favourite meat on a stick. I’m thankfully able to see the bright side again. We are beyond lucky. I’m incredibly grateful for all I have and the opportunity to live this lovely life. We are in Bangkok until Monday with a food tour planned for tomorrow and a day at Chatuchak, simply the most mahoosive market on Saturday, life is, as ever, good Xx