When you go into fancy dancy hotel, with an ex-boyfriend you haven’t seen for years, and bump into George Clooney, something tells you know you are not in for an ordinary night. I wake this morning with a pink blush of remembrance colouring my cheeks. I have a sparkle in my eye and a feeling in my stomach….a precursor to a giggle.
You are no doubt wandering what the hell happened. I would be too. I am! What is making me feel like I’ve won the lottery and won some l.o.v.e all in the space of one night? Is it George?
OK. Well, George was in the lobby. You could of knocked me down with a pointed feather when I pushed open the heavy glass foyer door and saw him there. Yes, he is as gorgeous (ooh, my stomach flips at the memory reel playing in my mind) up close. Very close. Now, this is where it gets a little strange….r. George is leaning casually against the reception desk, wearing a grey uniform edged in black and gold, and he appears to be on staff. I approach. He flashes a knee buckling smile. He confides that Hollywood is one big scam monster and they all have in-between jobs! Yes, I was flabbergasted too. Illusions shattered like film set prop glass made out of sugar. He kind of looks at me…I thought, ‘is he flirting with his eyes’ or is he like that with bus drivers, little old ladies and …well, everyone. The next thing I know I am ditching the ex in our hotel room after dinner, and creeping around the hotel like a cat burglar. I haven’t a clue why…until I bump into him. Dear readers I can happily and breathlessly report that the glint in his soulful eyes had my name on it. Now, I am not one to kiss and tell, but let me just say this (she bites down on her lip, and blushes) he is a gentleman…a passionate gentleman!
So you may assume that this is what has me bouncing around like a spring lamb, who’s holding hands with Tigger this fine Sunday morn! Well, no. Or partly yes. I think I may be having green juice vitality hallucinations. Of course, my bodice ripping tryst with George, and comeuppance to the ex, was a rather splendid dream I had the good fortune to act in last night, probably brought on by my renewed spring-like regime.
For over week now I’ve been getting juicy….
and consuming fields upon fields of robust verde oscuro kale. In green smoothies and piles of salad. Tip….sit your kale in a vase of water until you are ready to eat it to maintain its vibrancy.
I also slashed aside large tacky hanging cobwebs, as big as dream catchers, and flaccid damp boxes and wayward screwdrivers to get to this at the back of my shed…
upon which I’ve been doing some moving and shaking. It is a rebounder. Great for improving lymphatic drainage, and according to NASA during studies way back in the day (1980) … quote un-quote
NASA – ‘exercise on a rebounder or mini trampoline is the most efficient and effective exercise yet devised by man’.
Apparently, burning more calories than jogging! The shift in gravity is said to benefit every muscle and cell in the body. Whoop Whoop!
But that is not all.. I’m sprouting little forests of food too upon my kitchen windowsill! They are nutrition powerhouses. Full of living!
I am loving them and tending to them like little green Tamagotchi (remember them?..sooo last century). Sprouting is so NOW! I get so proud when their little white shoots emerge and I know they are alive. And then I eat them.
So, is the giggle languishing in my tummy and the spring in my step down to Mr Clooney or a kick-ass regimen I’ve finally got around to revisiting? Perhaps in this world we don’t have to choose and conclude it is in all probability.. both.
Got to run. Lots to do before bedtime!