Simply The Best
March 28, 2014
I’m so excited! (And I just can’t hide it!!..., sorry... I’ll rein in the references to 1980s hits) but I am in a very chipper mood. The reason? I get an hour’s less sleep on Saturday. Yes! We are heading into the realms of British Summer Time and just the thought of it lifts my mood. GMT is okay, but the fact that we will be referring to the hours and minutes in terms of British SUMMER time brings a huge smile to my face. I love BST!
Okay, so I know that Summer doesn’t “officially” start until 21 June, but in my mind that’s a mere technicality. My brain is already in “summer mode”. I’m looking forward to early morning breakfasts in the gazebo, fresh fruit and yoghurt with the morning paper before I head to the day job.
Three hours of daylight to do some serious “pottering” before I have to head to the office; up to six hours when I get home in the evening; nice long walks; not having the central heating on; evening dining al fresco, with wonderfully crisp salads accompanying a nice lean barbequed steak…
I can feel my spirits soaring just thinking of all the possibilities.
When my spirit soars my weight loss journey feels so much easier for me. I have a number of techniques and strategies to help me get my head to and keep it in the right “headspace” and I use many more of them in autumn and winter than I do in spring and summer. I rely on SAD lights; meditations which take me to places of light and space and fresh air.
I have NLP processes which help me banish the “dark thoughts” (I can’t be bothered; I’m too cold; I’m too tired”) that seem more prevalent during winter time. When it comes to summer, the early mornings see me waking up with lots of time to spare and I get home with the prospect of several more daylight hours to spend doing things I love.
A two or three hour walk along the paths and through the parks is entirely possible. It makes me happy and all counts towards the exercise total for the day.
I am huge fan of sleep, but such is my love of summer that I am more than happy to lose a whole sixty minutes of slumber if it means that “officially” we are in “Summertime”. The “Spring Forward” weekend is something I genuinely look forward to, (whilst the”Fall Back” weekend is only made bearable by the fact that it always falls on my birthday weekend (so Twin and I are distracted by the dip in daylight hours by the prospect of dancing and birthday cake). I dread to think what my mood would be like if I didn’t have another 365(6) day cycle on the planet to celebrate…
But I am not even going to consider the “W” season at the moment.
I am fully focussed on welcoming the longer days and all the possibilities that they bring.
Elderflower cordial over ice; strawberries and cream; frozen yoghurt with fresh fruit. If the weather is kind there is even the possibility that I might venture down to the Lido for a spot of poolside sunbathing and a few lengths swimming by way of exercise.
I have already started making plans for my summer crops. My plans are for tomatoes, soft fruits and herbs, all garden fresh and full on nutrients and designed to enhance the flavours of my summer menu. Tuna steaks; pasta salads; a pitta bread filled with low fat cheese and basil and tomato salsa, it is food of the Gods, entirely WLR-friendly and brings to mind Mediterranean holidays of the past.
Sometimes it is the simplest of things that can really help on the WLR journey.
For me it is losing an hour in my day for one day of the year. It costs me only time but rewards me with so much more.
Even the fact that this week has been the coldest of the year so far cannot diminish my enthusiasm for summer. It may well be that the Met Office would say I have twelve weeks before it is really summer but as far as I’m concerned we are referring to the hours in the day as British Summer Time. Just the mere use of the word is enough to take my brain to a brighter more cheerful place and when my central processing unit is in a good place it seems the rest of me is more than willing to follow.
Lovely Husband is a real fan of “the seasons”. He loves Autumn when the conkers are falling all over the park; he is a huge fan of winter when we have the fire on and spend cosy evenings together listening to the elements doing their worst outside; Spring for him is the time he gets to spend time working on the car when he gets home from his “day job”; and summer is the time we go for long drives; enjoy pub lunches; spend long mornings wandering round car boot sales and generally feel like our weekdays aren’t entirely consumed by time spent in our offices.
Don’t get me wrong. I don’t think I would like to live where the sun shone permanently; where there was no real change in the seasons. I like the change of scenery; I can see the beauty in each of them; I enjoy the culinary possibilities that “foods in season” offer, from warming casseroles to rainbow salads.
I love Christmas in winter; Bonfire Night and baked potatoes in November; Easter is all about the lambs in the fields when I visit my parents in the Lake District and I know that because I have to wait for summer to arrive that I value it more when it finally arrives - and I intend to value every minute of it. I plan to stay up until 1am on Sunday morning and ceremoniously move my clock forward an hour. I shall climb into bed one minute later at 2am BST and I shall have a smile on my face.
The seasons are wonderful. Varied and full of possibilities. But I have to confess that for me – Summer is Simply The BeST.
Hope you all have a wonderful “first weekend of BST”.
With a huge (sunny) hug