I’ve coined a new phrase – Negative Metabolism, that state where you gain weight simply by looking at food! I can’t work with a diet that means being hungry, and relying on self-control is problematic. I need something that lets me have my cake… and eat it too. These are my diet rules.
I have already confessed to failing to document 2013’s resolutions. That is why my 2014 resolutions look a lot like 2013’s should have. These were written weeks ago… it’s February already. Clearly I need the pressure of a public posting to kick my butt into action.
I recently wondered – what is the legacy that I am leaving my children? What weird, quirky habits will they one day explain with “Oh dear! I get that from my mother”? Looking down my list I realise that I should apologise to my children now. “Sorry Beautiful, your Mama is a nutter.”
In the interests of expanding my mind, every now and then I like to branch out and read serious literature. By this I mean sensible books written by well-respected authors and definitely NOT the blog posts, web articles, FB updates, historical romances…etcetera, etcetera that I usually read. But reading Fitzgerald has turned out to be a thought-provoking experience….
Barbie has been much maligned in recent years. People are contemptuous of her movies, they disparage her fashion – and they make fun of her boyfriend Ken (that’s low). But not me, I’m a fan. From observation, I find that Barbie is a well-rounded, accomplished young woman with impeccable manners – an ideal role model.
Yesterday I re-connected with my kitchen floor. I gave that floor a jolly good scrub. 3 times. It’s beautiful. Actually, that’s not true. Its ugly, but…
My restless mind circulates many, many questions. Big questions. Life altering questions. Mostly I ask myself, “Is this really what life & destiny had in mind for me? Really????”