Day 56: Paradise

Arrived in Paradise last night and woke up in the wee hours of the morning to the most torrential rain. Thought to myself, this is Bali, it will stop soon. At 8am got soaked when I had to run to the breakfast pavilion, but manna from heaven at 9.30am despite our conviction that it was never going to stop the sky lightened up and there was some indication the sun would actually be seen today. Kids went off to horse camp, and my friend and I did a huge shop at the local supermarket for water, veggies and fruit. And coffee. Beer for the boys. Some treats for the kids. And an electric zapper tennis racket to fry the mozzies (apologies to any mozzie lovers).

I was over the moon yesterday when I realised that if worst came to the worst I could have gado gado and chicken satay at every meal that I eat out if I can't find anything else on the menu. In fact, I may take advantage of that bonus and not bother to cook for myself other than the veggies for breakfast.... not a lot of veggies on the menu other than fried tomato and mushrooms to go with the sausage and diced potato which I will not be having.

Had a millisecond of a waver last night when my friend asked was I really not drinking at all, but my last foray into alcohol land was really not good, so desisted and happily will continue to sip my water. I tried a Perrier with lime the other day and didn't really like it strangely. Part of a metabolic type testing diet that I have been on since the start of this year means that I can't have any citrus. Perhaps there is a reason that I didn't like the lime because my body doesn't like it. Maybe I am imagining things, but I feel dreadful when I have things on the list that I am not supposed to have (they are all PCP compliant and therefore have been adding in a few things for variety), so in many weird and wonderful ways am (finally) beginning to listen to my body. One of the things my body does not seem to like though is flying. Felt ill again on this flight (only 7 hours) which is weird as I felt sick both to and from Scotland.

I was very, very, very happy to discover it was Tuesday and I didn't have to do any exercises, just skip. Am still very tired from yesterday's workout.  Both legs and arms. Ready to go tomorrow (I think) after discovering that the improvement in the view (lovely Balinese garden view) whilst I skip and the tunes on my iPod are great to groove to. Finally realised why I don't do as many skips as some of you.. I seem to hop about a lot between skips, ie hop twice for each rotation, a bit a la 1980's aerobics. But I work up a good sweat, am working hard and am tired at the end so figure that a high stepping kick with a flick of the heel may not be so bad after all as I cannot just hop up and down on 2 feet.