It’s been a busy couple of weeks – and the work associated with moving and unpacking my partner’s belongings (related to her move to Warwick from down south) continues.
The transportation side of things is now completely done – but the unpacking and integrating of all our possessions is still an ongoing daily task.
Neither of us is quite sure when it will finally come to an end but we’re gradually chipping away at it whilst decorating around the various boxes and bags.
It’s both wearing and exciting in equal measure – because after each roller full of paint goes on and each box gets unpacked my home is beginning to feel more and more like our home.
It’s all very invigorating but nevertheless I earnestly look forward to the day where phrases like ‘I can’t find my underwear’ are a thing of the past.
Maybe not always 😏
Almost all of the clothing my partner owns is still in boxes and the wardrobe required to rectify this won’t be delivered for a week and a half.
That’s by the by though. It’s just a matter of time and there are many wonderful things going on.
There have been lots of non-scale victories to be had from the activities associated with moving – and I’m continually struck by how not only mine but my partner’s lives have changed beyond all recognition.
We’ve both had a few SW (and general life) milestones where we’re trying new activities, experimenting with new styles or just able to do waaaaay more than we ever did before.
It’s wonderful to see us both growing in confidence in lots of areas just because we’ve found eachother.
Some things are tiny, such as being encouraged to buy trainers for the first time…
Others are (on a personal level) maybe more significant.
These are related to things that I would not have been capable of four years ago.
This is Davey in a van.
There were some final bits and pieces to be removed and recycled from the flat and in order to do this the only way was to hire a Ford Transit from Enerprise rent-a-car and then manually dispose of them.
A few years ago a vehicle rental of any kind was completely out of the question.
In the case of a van I was simply too big to fit behind the steering wheel because of the bulkhead behind me.
The seats didn’t go back enough to accommodate me and my stomach pressed into almost all wheels in almost all cars, including my own.
In my own car the seatbelt only just did up if I reclined it and dropped the seat back.
My car seat had also been tig welded with a strengthening plate after breaking under my bulk.
To add insult to injury I also managed to snap my steering wheel in half by putting too much weight on it when I exited the car.
Nowadays I can not only fit in a van seat (the new Ford Transit Custom is very comfy by the way – and I’m TOTALLY sold on Apple car play which is absolutely the future!) but I can fill a van with box after box ferried from the first floor of my partner’s housing complex to a car park below over and over again.
I’m rarely put off by the physical effort required in any task these days – and my whole mentality has completely changed.
In ikea Coventry this week whilst shopping for a bigger wardrobe (boys need space for shirts!!!) I realised that I’d left my phone in the car.
This made me instantly paranoid.
What if someone saw it? Would they smash the window? What else would they take?!
I had to go and get it.
For those that don’t know Ikea in Coventry (unlike the older flat layout in huge out of town spaces) it’s a six storey building in the heart of a city.
The (huge industrial sized) lifts make the high rise shopping experience possible but I find that they’re also irritatingly slow to arrive.
So – instead of taking one to the car park – I jogged down from the 6th to the 1st floor, grabbed my keys and then jogged back up again from my car to the 6th.
Rather amusingly I met a bunch of complaining teens on the way back up, who’d thought it might be a jolly jape to take the stairs.
Most of them had practically expired between floors three and four – rather like a Duracell advert comparing where competing cuddly toys powered by inferior batteries had given up the ghost.
One teen had ground to a halt half way between floors two and three and was languidly slumped on the stairs, complaining bitterly (and very loudly so his companions could hear his wails of distress) about what an awful idea the stairs had turned out to be.
I skipped up the stairs two at a time past the lot of them with a chipper ‘keep it up lads – you’re almost there!’ – all the while grinning from ear to ear.
They were about 14 and I’m the wrong side of 40!
By the time I’d returned to the Ikea restaurant the coffee I’d left behind was still piping hot.
My partner (nursing a cup of tea whilst catching errant Pokemon on her phone at the Ikea Pokestop) remarked that although I felt a little warm I wasn’t out of breath and was still raring to go – plus I was back waaaay quicker than she expected.
This is NOT the way things used to go down in Ikea.
I used to shop at their Wednesbury branch with my brother before Coventry opened nearby.
Compared to the new multi storey layout they appear to be favouring these days it was as flat as 10 day old Coca Cola.
Walking around it was a crippling experience. Mostly because of constant back pain (but also because I was out of breath) I spent much of the time there ‘testing’ armchairs, sofas, office chairs, and beds, before eating lots of meatballs.
Then I’d languidly drive home where I’d usually fall asleep almost immediately.
In contrast on Saturday I spent five hours wandering around the Coventry store and just felt a bit thirsty.
Whilst moving my partner in has so far been a busy enterprise (we are surrounded by boxes) it has also been a great opportunity to eat proper meals together and make sure that both of us are back on plan.
It’s been something of a struggle in the largely solitary lead up we’ve had to the move date.
We’ve had a lot to do at each end – (largely on our lonesomes) and this has resulted in some bad food choices for both of us.
Regular readers will remember my somewhat epic gain on the scales a week and a half ago – and I now have a long way to go to get into back target – which I’m still toying with the idea of re-setting to 14st 7lbs.
My partner still needs to reach her target – but this (I think) is awesome.
Now we both have a shared goal and are very much in it together.
There are no excuses any more and our combined push is toward regular, healthy and on plan meals.
I haven’t been stepping on the scales very often at all recently – but yesterday things appeared to be moving in the right direction when I finally summoned up the courage – and as long as I don’t decide to say **** it and dive into a giant bin of flapjacks in the next two days I will hopefully be looking at a loss on Saturday.
So – things are awesome in a way that they rarely have been in my past.
Not only do I have enough (svelte and lovely) shirts to fill a large Pax wardrobe now but I have a handy pocket sized (also svelte and lovely) girlfriend to check out the interior and make sure it’s suitable for them.
If anyone needs me I’ll be contentedly grinning like an idiot with my head in a cardboard box full of maps or balls of wool 😊