12 Months of Self Control

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I’n not religious, I have no obligation to fast during Ramadan, nor do feel the need to give up something for Lent. But for some reason around Christmas time whilst reflecting upon the previous year as we all do, I started thinking about the new year and what I wanted to do with 2015. At first I envisioned going on 10 holidays, winning the lottery and buying myself and my Bestest Baddest Betch (BBB) an insane mansion, not dissimilar to Barbie’s Dream House. Having snapped out of my day dream I decided to set some realistic goals. Something slightly more memorable and worthwhile than a sloppy New Years Resolution that will inevitably get forgotten about mid-March if I was lucky.

Here’s what I came up with;

For each month of 2015 I am going to attempt to either give something up/ attempt a personal challenge. As soon as the month is over, *poof* slate wiped clean, move onto next challenge and evaluate/blog my findings. Why? I have no idea, I guess I’m bored and fancy carrying out a mini social experiment of myself. Me, myself and my very own lab rat (Because who doesn’t love a desperate attempt to slot in a loose Beyoncé reference?). Either way, the fact that I didn’t get round to typing this up until 10th Febuary is not the point, perhaps one of my monthly challenges will be to not be so bloody tardy.

A few of my habits and vices you should get to know; Chocolate, dating, spending money I don’t have, smoking, bread, anything peanut based and heroin. They’re mainly food based because inside I have the heart of Augustus Gloop, except the heroin one, the heroin one isn’t real, but I really like Trainspotting?

People who know me best, I will be calling on you to make some non food based suggestions. Just to clarify as a pre-warning, before everyone jumps on me and tries to suggests it, I absolutely will not give up Gin for any of the twelve months. It goes against my core beliefs and I would rather cut off my right arm. Gin is the glue that holds my whole persona together. None of this ‘dry January’ nonsense for me, thanks.

So who knows? Maybe I will learn something, gain some much needed will power or self control? Maybe it will just be a really boring waste of my time? Maybe I’m just being unrealistic and setting myself up for a fail? With the latter being the more likely option. I’ll give it a shot and let you know. Seeing as it’s already February, I’ll give you a spoiler alert for January’s challenge. I attempted to give up men.

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3 reasons why I’ve decided to start ‘blogging’.

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1.  Somewhere to dump my thoughts

I am by no stretch of the imagination a writer and have no aspirations for anyone to take this seriously. However I’m painfully aware  that I post far too many status’ on facebook, cluttering people’s news feed like it’s going out of fashion, it’s getting out of hand. I also can’t seem to condense my thought’s into anything under 140 characters. So that explains my uneventful twitter page. In other words, I really need to stop being that girl who posts too many pictures of her dog and opinions on social media when drunk thinking that anyone cares. They don’t.

What better way to stop this tomfoolery then by posting on a site that people aren’t forced to look at. Granted, I could write a diary, but my mum would only read it and suggest I get counselling, because I once again LIVE WITH MY PARENTS. Nice and cosy in a land where privacy and personal space do not co-exist (a pain felt only too much by a sea of twenty something post-graduates).

Think of this as my selectively honest open diary full of artistic licensing for entertainment value. Or to quote Bridesmaids “A very sad handwritten book.”(that I typed up)

2.’You should write a book.’

Recently, and I have no idea why, people keep telling me that I should write a book. Perhaps that’s because all my friends and colleagues seem to be either married or in long term relationships and find my life entertaining, like watching monkeys at the zoo.

Shock horror, I’m single, I know, that’s a pretty ridiculous revelation. but since I’ve been flying solo my life has been a series of amazing, hilarious and life changing decisions and experiences. Apparently, it would seem getting your heart broken and having the opportunity to indulge in being truly selfish for the first time makes for some fantastic character building.  So this blog is dedicated to all my married friends with kids that can’t justify drinking gin until 4am on a Sunday evening/morning, whilst singing and dancing along  to ‘Fergalicious’, dressed in panda pyjamas, just because they can. Oh and also the one and only friend who also partakes in those sort of activities with me. I won’t name her because it’s highly likely that unlike me, she will be some sort of high profile public figure one day with a reputation to uphold. So yeah, here’s my blog, sorry it’s not a full blown book, but realistically I will never have the attention span nor the intellect to write more than one paragraph in an hour and quite frankly I can’t be bothered.

<Follow my blog with Bloglovinstrong>3. Why not.

I might as well jump on the bandwagon and write something with the assumption that anyone actually cares about what I have to say.

If you made it this far, thank you for not falling asleep.