Eisberg non-alcoholic wines

Our Rosé and Riesling varieties are now stocked in selected Asda stores!

• Accrington
• Andover
• Ayr (new)
• Beckton
• Bedminster
• Benton
• Bromborough
• Bromsgrove
• Burnden Park
• Caerphilly (new)
• Cardiff Bay
• Castlepoint
• Charlton
• Coleraine
• Colindale
• Crawley
• Crewe
• Cumbernauld (new)
• Dagenham
• Derby
• Dundonald
• Dunfermline
• Dyce
• Eastlands
• Edinburgh
• Ellesmere Port (new)
• Enniskillen (new)
• Falkirk
• Fareham
• Gloucester
• Great Yarmouth
• Halifax
• Harpurhey
• Harrogate
• Havant
• Home Shopping – Leeds
• Horwich
• Huyton (new)
• Kingshill
• Leicester
• Lincoln (new)
• Livingston (new)
• Llanelli
• Lower Earley
• Melksham
• Milton of Craigie
• Morley
• Newport Pillgwenlly
• Nuneaton
• Old Kent road
• Omagh
• Park Royal new
• Parkhead
• Perry Barr
• Perth
• Queslet (new)
• Roehampton
• Romford
• Rugby
• Rushden
• Sheffield (new)
• Stoke Park ipswich
• Strabane (new)
• Sutton Ashfield
• Swindon Haydon
• Tamworth
• Telford
• Thurmaston
• Wallington
• Walton
• Watford
• Wolverhampton
• Wythenshawe
• York (new)

So this week I have been stricken with the worst of all illnesses in human history… ok,
maybe I’m exaggerating, but this is definitely the worst cold that I have ever been cursed with.

How I got it, I’m not sure… I’ve been in at home most of the time, always wrapped up when I’m outside and… oh. It must be the last curse of the university term; library germs. Freshers’ flu all over again. So I’m swapping my Eisberg wine for a cocktail of cough medicines and paracetamol.

Well, that isn’t completely true. If anything, this is a perfect excuse to stay in bed, only occasionally getting up for some mulled wine (which I am using purely for its medicinal qualities) and to eat as much hot buttered toast as I want, much to the annoyance of my flatmate Jen, who is on a low-carb diet. Beautifully though, she can still enjoy Eisberg when she wants a little treat or two.

In fact, I think she’s enjoying Eisberg a little too much at the moment… my supplies are running low fast and I can’t go to the shops at the moment with my nose as red as Rudolph’s and my dribbling nose, not to mention the fact that no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get out of my slippers.

Perhaps I’ll send Jen off to do a bit of treat shopping for me, to cheer me up maybe? I’ll even chuck in a bottle of Eisberg for her. My generosity as a flatmate knows no bounds.

So, while she’s off to buy a few bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon from Waitrose, I can update my diary and prepare to recommence operation SMLOBC after I lose this bug. But the fact is, my operation is almost finished, mission almost complete. I guess I just need to keep up with it now, and not lapse into my old ways. I’ll watch Titanic with a glass of Eisberg instead of neglecting work with a hangover.

First things first, I have something important to say…I didn’t win the lottery with my magic non-alcoholic numbers. But I am just about managing to lift the hump of disappointment off my back and continue with operation SMLOBC… which has been somewhat neglected from my life the past week.

It’s not that I was bored with it. In fact, it has given me the busiest life that I have ever had. I just still felt a bit too comfortable. I needed to mix it up.

So, this week, my mission was to begin my new job search. Eisberg Chardonnay spritzer in hand, I have once again been using the internet for the better. But I didn’t seem to find anything to interest me. Plus, now that I’m trying to ‘Love my Liver’ more, money isn’t an issue. I am comfortably busy and happy.

So my next mission was to organise a last minute pre-Christmas party at my flat. I got excited as soon as I began looking for decorations online, with yet another Eisberg spritzer in my hand, this time using the Riesling. However, midway through making my Facebook event, I realised that it clashed with my niece’s birthday party.

So off I was, five days later, two bottles of Eisberg in my arms, along with a huge birthday cake and enough presents to sink… well, a battle ship bath toy. Handing a bottle of Eisberg to my breastfeeding sister as I walked in, I was greeted by a hug straight away.

The same followed a couple of minutes later when my niece saw her birthday cake. Possibly the best auntie/sister/relative ever?

End of the night, I was exhausted. Running around after my five nieces and nephews after a chocolate cake sugar boosts is enough to keep me off drama for a while. I think I’ll stay away from mixing it up for now… well, except from an Eisberg spritzer at the end of a difficult day. And maybe the occasional last minute eBay auction to keep my adrenaline going…

4, 11, 30, 5, 2760 and 26. These numbers have been more significant to me than any other this week. Sounds dramatic, I know!

FOUR and ELEVEN

I now have four out of eleven Christmas presents. It’s coming along, but not quick enough for my liking. Back to the drawing board/convenience of eBay I think!

THIRTY

There are thirty days in the average month. Really, this number should be <30. Important because it’s LESS THAN THIRTY DAYS until Christmas and I’m starting to lose my cool.

FIVE

A more positive number here… my adorable niece turned five years old this week… less than ¾ of the way until she’s an adult. I managed to find her an amazing birthday present in the form of a keyboard (and a bottle of Eisberg for her mum to apologize for all the noise she’ll be making for the next month with it).

TWO THOUSAND, SEVEN HUNDRED AND SIXTY

The number of words my assignment totalled this morning. Almost time for hand in… which I am dreading massively, but I guess at least it’s over with now.

And my sixth, most important number to sum up the past week?

TWENTY SIX

The number of calories in a glass of Eisberg… the only thing that’s been helping me last the week. It’s a guilt free treat in the evening and I’ve even dropped of an inch from my waist (every little helps!)

Another accomplishment is the first homemade roast dinner that I rustled up on Sunday! Delicious. Oh and I found a pound coin in my laundry yesterday, maybe I should use my newfound luck and place my lottery numbers.

4, 11, 30, 5, 26 and… not 2760. And how about number 1, to celebrate my lost waist inch?

1, 4, 5, 11, 26, 30. Cheers!

Not drinking alcohol has an extremely pleasant side-effect that has up until recently saved me a huge amount of pain.

At the age of 17, I weighed 12 stone. At the age of 24 I still weigh 12 stone. 4 years of student living (little sport, greasy foods, armchair spectating) and 2 as a busy young professional with little time to cook proper food, yet I thankfully put on absolutely no weight at all.

Of course I can’t attribute it purely to not drinking alcohol, I’m sure a fast metabolism had a lot to do with it, but many of my peers had gotten noticeably larger through the first two years of university, whereas I ate like a pig and stayed slim. I even moved to Paris where I lived next door to a patisserie without piling on the pounds and trust me, I was their most valued customer!

I used to tell myself that not having a hangover was the greatest benefit of passing on alcohol, a clear head and a recollection of what had happened, but as eveyone else had to deal with loosening their belts, I smiled and came to realise my true blessing.

It’s only now, however at the grand old age of 24 that I’ve had to face the idea that I might have to start exercising soon. My early decision to cut out drinking means I’ve little to sacrifice and I actually envy drinkers who can ultimately just decide to cut out booze to watch the weight drop off. Me, I have to think about taking up sport or eating salad.

A truly unenviable decision.

Right, this is it. This is the heaviest I have ever been in my life. I am unfit, I am completely out of shape and things have got to change. No one else can do it for me. Also I think I have been drinking far too much of late. It has been far too easy to spend the day running round like a headless chicken and then spending the evening slobbing out with a glass of red or three!! I have used all the excuses in the world to justify it. I work so hard, it helps me relax, its my vice, etc, etc, etc!!! I think my mantra is going to be “stop being greedy and everything in moderation!” Food, wine – and exercise, (as in up the level, cant reduce zero!). My evening treat is going to be replaced by other beverages instead of the old vino. I shall save this for a weekend evening. I fancy trying the non- alcoholic stuff like eisberg. For the good of my health (and my vanity) the changes have to start now!!!!!!