Part I: New York City, baby!

We walked so far in New York that we may as well have been auditioning as extras in Nelson Mandela's Long Walk To Freedom. Except we weren't walking to freedom, we were walking to cocktails. And lots of them. Yes, I am truly sorry for my tasteless Nelson Mandela joke, I also appreciate that he didn't literally walk as well, but do you know who did? WE did. For real, we walked over 45km the first day, then over 40km the next day, and we were there for six days. The only time we hopped on a subway was to get to the NFL, so for the first time in Katie Leask holiday history, I actually managed to lose 2 lbs instead of my usual gaining of 500. And if that wasn't enough of a reason to have fallen completely head over heels for NY, I give you this blog post:

i came, i saw, i left early

It's official. I've reached that stage in life where snuggling up at home dressed head to toe in pug paraphenalia (because apparently I'm harbouring quite the pug pyjama collection) has quite aggressively taken over heading out on the piss. Should I be worried that I've reached this stage at the ripe old age of 24? Hell no. To be honest, I'm more worried about this new found granny-status having a negative impact on my thighs cos the only shapes I'm throwing at 11pm on a Saturday night these days are triangular pizza slices into my mouth. Happiness quota exceeded.