Sunday’s Giant Peach

Day 327: I promised myself that I would be thankful each day for rising, living and going to bed. For my family, my friends, my job and my second chance.

2022 is the year I want to do at least ONE thing for ME every single day and document it so I can reflect back and appreciate my self love. It doesn’t have to be grand gestures. Just a little bit of me time or a gift to myself.

Here’s how the first nine days have gone…

01 Jan: A 5km Run with no headphones or time keeping 

02 Jan: A fell run (trail running) in the mud and deep woodland. Very messy and very random

03 Jan: A relaxing afternoon nap and a chapter of my new book ‘Sunshine warm sober’ by Catherine Gray

04 Jan: Practised pranayamaujjayi breathing (using only the nose) whilst driving alone and listening to my favourite Piano playlist. I needed to reduce my anxiety levels and it helped

05 Jan: First Yoga class of 2022. I’ve missed it!

06 Jan: Booked my entries into the Great North 10K and Sunderland 10K Road Races. I haven’t participated in events since 2018

07 Jan: Very cold and icy outside today but persevered and got another 5km run under my belt

08 Jan: Kids went over their Grandparents for a few hours so I lay on my bed and watched my football team (draw 3-3 – so it was entertaining) and then read a few more chapters of my book (see 03 Jan)

09 Jan: Sunday is Running Punks Run Club Day. Enjoyed a 7km today

Remainder of Sunday looks pretty relaxed. Chicken Family Dinner and maybe a film. My oldest is reading Roald Dahl’s “James and the Giant Peach” with me at the moment so she wants to watch the film they made back in the 90s. I can only find it on Sky Store though for £7.99!

A Childhood favourite of mine

I have subscriptions with Sky, Netflix, AppleTV, Prime Video and Disney+ but it isn’t on any of those. Typical.

Oh well, what’s £7.99?! It was just one of many bottles of wine I’d normally consume on a Sunday back in the day.

A Poem about being Pissed

Day 326: “And here’s one I prepared earlier…”

“Waking up thinking about that first pint later

Off to the ‘local’ – A quiet one on paper

Meet with my mates, I’ll just have a few

Of course I’ll have more, I already knew

I lie to myself, my wife and my friends

A few drinks is never what I intend

I like to get tipsy. I like to get pissed

I like to get giddy. I like to get blitzed

I start drinking faster, not about the taste

Eye on the clock, no time to waste

Where should we go next? Pub closing soon

It’s pitch black outside, just me and the moon

Mates all gone home, they bottled staying out

I’ll go back home but more drinking no doubt

I’m already pissed. I’ve had eight beers

I’ll just have one more – Ah, thank you and cheers

Sitting on the couch I should be in bed

Got work in the morning and need a clear head

Oh I’ll be alright, I’ll go to sleep soon

We only live once and I’ll be sober by noon!”

My life revolved around going out to the pub but it was less about the company and more about how much I could tank in that ‘window of opportunity’. A quiet few pints at the local boozer could never be just that.