Too many holidays. This isn’t even a first world problem, is it?
It’s something I would have loved to have been able to worry about during the pandemic, or all of those years doing brainless repetitive jobs whilst I worked out what to do with my life.
Yet it is something I’ve just experienced.
I actually feel done with holidays…granted this feeling won’t last too long.
What Happened
So I had a great time. 3 great times.
Firstly was my holiday to Tallinn, Helsinki and Stockholm at the end of August.
Then in the middle of September I went to Santorini for (nearly) a week.
Then a week or so after getting back I went to Portugal for a long weekend.
And I just didn’t give myself time to rest…I even took my work laptop with me on the latter two holidays so I would have enough holiday days left for a long weekend in November…a long weekend that I no longer want!
Why So Tiring?
Of course I never help myself. After the roadless road trip, I got back on Sunday afternoon and ended up socialising in Croydon and getting a little drunk – when I had to be in work on the Monday and was already tired from doing a city-hopping holiday. IDIOT.
The next weekend was my AMAZING sister’s 40th birthday party – which was a fabulous weekend, but I could have done with a little bit of rest!
Then the weekend after I flew to Santorini.
I did actually chill out a bit the weekend after, before then going to Portugal for a long weekend.
Of course, I drink alcohol every day that I’m on holiday – I mostly only drink on weekends back in London.
I eat out twice a day on holiday. I eat out twice a week in London.
I eat 5 portions of fruit and veg a day in London…I’m actually getting better on holiday at this but still, it ain’t quite there. Plus there’s all kinds of cake and chocolate on holiday, and in Croydon shops it’s the same Cadbury crap that doesn’t even taste of chocolate and probably has no cocoa in it nowadays, so hence it’s easier to eschew.
Too Many Holidays!
So after the 3 holidays in 6 weeks, I had successfully gained 6kg of weight. IDIOT. Almost all the weight I lost in detox.
I felt really quite slovenly for a few days…I was even overtaken on the footpath by pedestrians a couple of times…in Croydon. Hell, I even couldn’t face walking up the escalators on the Elizabeth line. I actually stood on an escalator. On the right hand side, of course.
The problem probably is me and my behaviour on holiday, as opposed to going on holiday itself. Plenty of people go away and don’t drink alcohol and have a good time. Some people, anyway. A few people, perhaps.
But I get bored easily. I don’t really know how to relax, but I can relax with a beer. Without beer, I will just get restless and want to walk up a mountain or write code (yes I take two laptops on some holidays – work and home laptop) or do something productive. And I really fucking enjoy a nice pint of beer.
The other factor is I eat more. I have “fuck it I’m on holiday mode” which is fine for a short holiday but not 3 holidays in 6 weeks. There’s a lot of “fuck it” on my belly right now.
Instead of having 2,500 calories a day on average in London, it’s 3,500 a day on holiday (and this used to be higher in previous years!).
In 2026, I’m going to try to challenge myself to either have some alcohol-free days on holiday, or some low calorie days – which basically means only a beer or two.
I still haven’t totally decided against going away in November. I was thinking of a trip to Norway, doing Bergen to Oslo on the train over the mountains – supposed to be stunning. But also…I should probably prioritise being healthy for a few weeks until the Christmas EAT EVERYTHING YOU CAN SEE season starts.
Too many holidays is probably the twattiest thing I’ve said for…oooh…days. So pretend you never read this. Well, nobody does read my blog apart from me, so it’s only me who is going to judge me as a twatt for writing about “too many holidays”.
Norway? Maybe?