Oh, wow. How did the time go so quickly? The events following Glasgow went like this: London for my ‘photoshoot’ (will attach an album later, am having trouble with my software at the moment), Northallerton to stay with my sister’s parents-in-law, where I saw Romeo and Juliet in the park, then to my sister’s for my 21st birthday, where my Mum surprised me by flying over from Australia. Then to Paris for 2 days, Nice for about a week, Lyon for 2 days and then Paris again for 10 days. And now I’m back at my sister’s until I leave for Australia. Crazy, hey?

France was amazing, truly just wonderful. I stayed with a family in Paris and they were the most hospitable people I’ve ever met. We ate amazingly — yes, I tried snails. I also tried: Moussaka, Macaroons, Banana and Chocolate Tart, Lemon Tart, Salmon with Creme Fresh Sauce, Goat’s Cheese Lasagne, Pineapple Gelato….the list is almost endless. It was amazing, really. Really fantastic. I loved all the food, it was all lovely. I had difficulty with the snails, though not because of the taste but the psychology behind eating something out of its shell. I truly felt like I was murdering an innocent creature and then picking it out of its final resting place and eating it. I could only handle eating two.

My favourite part of the trip was this:

Mathilde’s mother turns to me and says, Kat, Est-ce que tu manges les aubergines? (Do you eat Eggplant?)
To which Mathilde replies: Elle aime tous les legumes. Tous. (She likes all vegetables. All of them.)

I could help but smile. A year, two years ago, I would not have eaten a single vegetable without some sort of bribery. Now I have no problem with all but two* vegetables, I like all sorts of food, I’m game to try things I never would have…and people describe me as eating anything. I can’t remember all the times that people looked at me as if I were just an annoying fusspot because I didn’t like so many foods, because what I liked was so limited. And now it’s the opposite!

But I’m back now. And Andee, from the WW boards — all the girls, really — were such an inspiration that I actually got off my arse and went for a run today. I’m not going to lie: it. hurt. Just over halfway through, I thought all the organs under my ribcage had imploded, the stitch was that bad. I had to stop running, and just when I would have started up again, my iPod broke, so I settled for wallowing in my self-pity until I got back to my house.

It was to be expected, really, since I haven’t been running properly in, what, 2 months? And my lungs still aren’t right, the wheeze is still there, which is horrible. I can’t figure out what’s wrong with me. Still, according to my running log, I got through 345 calories today, which feels nice. It’s certainly not an exact estimate, but it’ll do.

So, I’m back on the right track. I’m feeling all right with myself, yeah. In fact, I’m going to go and grab a hot shower, then move a bed (you read that correctly, yes) from one room to another, and then sort out some washing. Isn’t it crazy how, even when you’re halfway around the world and sounding so interesting, life can be so boring?

(Also, 30 Days of Love is on hold. I’m going to delete the first entries until I’ve got the others worked out, and then I’ll repost them. I should have realised how difficult it would be to travel and update consistantly. Oops.)

* Cucumber and cherry tomatoes, for the curious ones. I cannot stand the former, and I’m not a huge fan of the latter unless they’re cooked.

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