Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday to me folks! Also, a very happy new year to the Iranians and a happy mother’s day for the Arab women blessed with Children. Happy women’s day to all Nigerian women, make sure you take over that country!

So it’s my 23rd birthday, and for the first time in four years, I’m spending it at home. Mum is downstairs baking a cake for me and I’m soon gonna go out to lunch with my cousin Irene. After that I believe I’ll have a quiet day, dinner with my family and little else, but I’m happy with that.
Apart from being totally lost in one of the better crime novels I’ve ever read, Snømannen, or The snowman by Jo Nesbø, I have undergone a form of torture best known as exercising. As I’ve mentioned previously, I’m not very happy with not having the means to do a decent work out. I find gyms too expensive and although I am one of the more independent blind people I know, I can’t really go for a random run in the park unless there has been a little bit of route planning before hand. I don’t have a dedicated running partner either, so every day; I have dragged myself out with mum and our neighbour VV, twice a day for a power walk. Once in the morning and once in the evening. I love to feel my body slowly shaping up again, but I am aching all over. Last night there was a heavy snowfall, so I decided to stay inside today and had a long ride on our exercise bike instead. I weigh around 55 kg, approximately 125 lb, and wanna lose 3/5 kg, but don’t ask me how many lb that is. Anyway, it’s not really that interesting to the general public how much I weigh. I’m not over weight though, not by any stretch of the imagination as I’m a European size 34, UK size 8 and US size 4. It’s got more to do with body shape than going down a size which I won’t anyway. Oh my god, I sound like an obsessive, but then maybe I am. I’m so glad I got my step back in London now so that I can keep up whatever fitness I get while here.
Tomorrow we are gonna go stay with some family friends we’ve known since just after I was born. They have a luxurious cottage in the mountains and they are very nice people. They have two daughters, but only the eldest, who’s 3 years older than me will be there. I believe it will be a lot of fancy foods and wines, their speciality and probably a lot of exercising, walking in the mountains in snow. Most Norwegian families with respect for themselves have either got a cottage, a caravan, a boat or two or three of the above mentioned. We’ve got none, but that doesn’t really bother me as we rent these things should we want them and my family2 have a lovely cottage.

I didn’t get that many presents today. Dad’s gonna by me a GPS, which’s gonna give me so much independence and I got a few things from my London friends. The best thing though is, Out of all the texts I’ve received today wishing me a great day, and A sent the first one!