Thursday, 22 March 2012

In which I get my oats...

It's been a long, hard winter in more ways than one and it's only now that I realise how much it's taken out of me. But as the mercury in Athens' thermometers pushed up to the low 20s Celsius, blackbirds started staking their territorial claims in the suburban gardens and the daffodils in my window boxes burst into glorious in-yer-face bloom, a look in the mirror this morning delivered the message loud and clear.

I look tired, and although still relatively wrinkle-free for an old bird hurtling towards 48, my skin seems pasty, ashen and lacklustre. There's a monstrous subterranean zit lurking decoratively on the bridge of my nose (to ensure maximum pressure and prominence) and I have somehow managed to tear the delicate baggy skin under my left eye.

It's clear that this old boot need a Spring Re-Boot, and perhaps a little "ME! ME! ME!" time.

So, I resolved that from now on, I shall do at least one thing every day that is exclusively for me, and me alone, to boost my energy and confidence levels and bring this lethargic old bod back into my usual annoyingly-optimistic and bouncy Tygger-mode. 

It was a spur of the moment decision so I decided to start with something nice and easy, that wouldn't require any pre-planning or disruption of my daily keyboard-bashing routine.

So, ladles and gentlespoons, for Day One of Mandi's Spring 2012 Re-Boot, I give you....    (fanfare please)....   homemade oatmeal, yoghurt and honey facemask!!!

Yes folks, I was gonna get my oats. 

All went well in the preparation stage as my efforts to eat right meant that porridge oats, yoghurt and honey were all within arm's reach as I considered my first cuppa of the day (carefully saving the teabag for later application to baggy eyes). I ground up a tablespoon of oats, mixed in a tablespoon of yoghurt and added half a teaspoon of warm honey. 

So far, so good. It looked good enough to eat (I didn't, I just tasted a teeny tiny bit from the tip of the spoon).

Then came the fun part. Application.

If you ever played mud pies in a damp English back yard as a child, you'll get an idea of the consistency of the gloop I was about to apply to my poor middle-aged chops. Only this was white, and smelled of breakfast. Undeterred, I ploughed on, plastering the lumpy concoction over my face, neck and cleavage for good measure. 

Then, looking like a giant walking meusli bar with glasses, I sat down in front of my laptop to get on with some work. Thanking the Universe that I was alone and not likely to be hijacked by either of the mischievous male imps I share my life with, I starting dutifully bashing away at the keyboard, only slightly distracted by the trembling oat flake stuck right in my line of sight at the tip of my nose. Every time I breathed out, it did a little asbestos-coated dance.

I guess I was supposed to lay down and relax, listening to meditation tapes of whale songs or rutting badgers, for the 10 minutes that my edible facemask did its magic. But who's got time for such indulgence? There's work to be done, kitchens to be cleaned, clothes to be ironed, plants to be watered, Facebook statuses to be updated...

Rinsing the reviving gloop off produced what can only be described as the aftermath of a rampage in a porridge factory, with flecks of oatmeal flying everywhere and adhering themselves sneakily to the mirror, basin and possibly even our poor, much-abused U-bend.

But what about the result? Well, my skin does feel a little less stressed, but perhaps more importantly, I have officially taken my first step in my Spring 2012 Re-Boot.

What do YOU do when you need to revive your body and soul? 
Do you have any sure-fire methods that require minimum effort and expense you can recommend for me?

Answers on a postcode please - and don't forget the smiley faces!


  1. Fran says:
    See, I think we should do the whole facemask thing together, in the same room...........and then sit drinking large quantities of wine, telling each other dirty stories and rude jokes, watching each others facial porridge plop onto the carpet!!!!!

    ............and video it for facebook ofcourse!!!

    1. I'm wondering if you would permit such messy and perilous to your floor coverings activities in Fran's Home of OCD?

      If, on the other hand, you're planning to pay us a visi in Athens, I'd be more than happy to host an evening of debauchery, vino and face cereal with you!

  2. The only thing I do is give my face a scrub with some special face scrub. I don't know the last time I used a mask actually. Probably when I was a teenager and was desperately trying to do something to get rid of spots.

    I tend to retire to bed early with my Kindle and read, and get an early night, and hope the cat doesn't want to go out at 4.30am.

  3. My problem is depression and lethargy... so I clamp the headphones on, and have a good blasting session of loud, happy, beat-filled music to get my energy levels back up again. :)

  4. Love the new photo! and 'me' time for me is usually blogging.....