My First Week in Scotland**
**SPOILER ALERT This post is sort of long, but you should still read it if you love me. If not, give me a pound coin and tell me to use this dirty public phone to call someone who cares.
Happy Monday! I’m acting like it hasn’t been two weeks since I published a post, but it certainly has and it’s been an eventful two weeks at that. Firstly, I officially made my big move across the pond to the ever enchanting Scotland — I know, finally, right? It was perhaps one of the most drawn-out processes of my life, and that’s really not saying much, trust me.
So, when you move to a new country, in addition to the fact that, hey, it’s a new place, you also have to change over to their way of existence. In the UK that means getting a bank card that you can actually use, adding yourself to the National Health Service (NHS) and getting a National Insurance number (NI) which is their equivalent of the US Social Security Number. Fun stuff. I started all these processes last week, you know, between eating, literally, 40 pounds of sugar. Whatever, I’ve said it before, the UK, for me, is like going to Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I don’t mean to hate on Hershey’s or US Nestle chocolate, but, sorry guys, you’re no good to me.
Also, if you think I’m exaggerating about how much sugar I’ve eaten, I’m not, like, at all.
This past weekend, my husband, Luke, and I went to the Aberdeen vs. Dundee football (soccer) game in, well, Dundee, of course. Luke is an Aberdeen supporter. So far, I’ve experienced three Aberdeen games, and I’m still scared. I have never been big on watching sports so I sort of move into the fetal position every time I think anything of any kind of consequence is happening. Also, I should note, this is really easy, since my feet don’t touch the floor while I’m sitting. In all honesty, I just go for the
I had never been to Dundee, but from what I saw it looks very pretty, despite the Aberdeen supporters chanting otherwise. To be fair, I didn’t see much of Dundee, but it does hold the second biggest Tesco I’ve ever seen in my life. Personally, I don’t think America has the lead on enormous stores full of way too much s**t, what do you think?
I don’t want to get all sappy about how incredible my husband Luke is (we’d be here all day) but one of the big bonuses of being married to a wonderful man is the new family I’ve gained as well. I got to meet Luke’s grandmother and uncle after the match. Luke’s gran, who he adorably nicknamed for his family as “Min”, is an amazing lady, really. She’s just turned 85 and she is so funny and social. We had a really nice dinner at her lovely home. I feel really lucky because I lost my grandmother in 2003 and I really forgot how nice it is to have a grandparent fussing over making sure you’ve had enough to eat and if you’d like cookies with your tea. It was really a perfect day.
And then there was Sunday. After a week of eating, drinking, and throwing caution to the wind, Luke and I decided we need to get back on track. We got a juicer the other day, so we’re committed to cut down on the Cadbury, vino, and cheese and replace it with whole foods and walks in the park in the evening. Luckily as well, I was recently sent a supply of SnapFit Fiber Drinks to try out, which will surely help to get me back on track! More on that tomorrow, though!
How was your weekend? How do you get back on track after a healthy food hiatus? Do you like sports?