Day Twenty-One: Meh

This sums up my day…


Happy Sunday.


Day Twenty: Does anyone else find this offensive?


Ok, so I may be having  a very very rare lazy Saturday morning in bed (I had every intention of going to the gym but my brain and body are frazzled), and so instead find myself scrolling through the Daily Mail to see this article.

Now despite Mr Snacks telling me I’m not really helping my case with my matted bed hair right now, but correct me if I’m mistaken… I’m pretty sure (from the last time I looked in a mirror) that just because us ‘normal folk’ aren’t famous, doesn’t mean we all look like crack filled homeless drunks! I just don’t understand how this article is ok to publish.

It’s implying that just because we don’t fill out face with chemicals, have the best personal trainers, nutritionists and cling on “friends” that make us look painted and preened everyday, that we are incapable of looking after our appearance. F*ck you Daily Mail… us normal members of society have a LOT more natural beauty going for us than these plastic w*@$kers.

Now, I must get in the shower. I stink.

Day Nineteen: It’s not over yet…


But I figured I’d kill off the remaining brain cells I have left this week with a really big glass of wine… (I’m starting to realise how I get through my days. I’m  not sure snacks are actually my problem.)

I have every intention of working out, and despite the fact I haven’t eat bad this week, my lack of exercise is really apparent because I feel so sluggish.

I may go in the morning. I’ve nothing to get up for so might treat myself to a sweaty session to kick start my day.

That said, I better get back to my Friday night. Time to switch off and get back to Mr Snacks and trash TV…


Day Seventeen: Barbie can do one

If this is what the perfect body shape should be… you can count me out. I’m good ta. I mean, come on, where the hell would the fun-foods go?!  Soz Barbs, but na. Y’alright ya. Now if you could kindly get on your pink unicorn and gallop along, no ones needs your unrealistic figure to aspire to. Ok.


Day Sixteen: Back on Track (with a wine to celebrate)

I’ve had a good day! I’ve eaten well,  I’ve not snacked, I had a portion of last nights super healthy dinner for lunch, I’ve drank water, and am now enjoying an antioxidant infused glass of red. I’ve even signed myself up for a leisurely run on Sunday… definitely nothing to do with the cake offer that followed. Urgh, no way.

I’ve come to realise that I really do reward myself with food. Woof.