Irresistible.

What with Lent beginning and everyone giving up their favourite things, I of course jumped on the bandwagon with my house mate and we gave up take-aways (excluding meals out, just ordering in food when we're too bored/drunk/lazy to do otherwise). This led onto a thought of things that I couldn't ever give up, because they are just too irresistible. This is that list. 

Things I can't resist:

A cuddle with my boyfriend.

A glass of wine on a warm evening.

Pub gardens in the summer.

Being the centre of attention.

Getting accidentally drunk.

Staying in pyjamas and not doing anything for a day.

One more episode of my favourite TV show at an anti-social hour.

Reading a book in the bath.

Roast potatoes (hot or cold).

Chocolate.

Peppercorn sauce, a rare steak and fat, fluffy-centred chips.

An extra fifteen minutes in bed.

Red shoes.

Pretty dresses.

Ordering a ridiculously complex coffee covered in whipped cream from Starbucks.

Laying on the grass.

Spending time with my friends.

Looking at pictures of cartoon cats.

Buying new nail varnish.

Listening to my favourite songs on repeat for hours.

Planning the future.

The smell and heat of wood fires.

Sea breeze.

Cigarettes and coffee outside cafes.

Remembering old times with friends.

Pretending my life is a multi-million dollar movie and that I'm really awesome.

Burying my head in the sand when things get too difficult.

Squirty cream, straight to the mouth.

Christmas.

Putting things off to the last second.

Being loved.

Spending money.

Assessing these things, it's very obvious that I have something of a hectic lifestyle and I want this to change. Having a discussion with my house mate recently, we discovered that through changing one part of our lives we want to change more and more to make ourselves happier. But how much can we change before we cease to be ourselves? And on the flip side, how little can you do to effect change?

I could probably make a change within myself to be more determined. I could stop putting things off till the last second, I can definitely stop sleeping in all the time, and I can definitely stop myself from wallowing in my own self-pity whenever something goes wrong. I would stick to a budget if I drew one up for myself. It would be better for my mental state, I'd definitely have a good outlook in the pragmatic sense of the word and most importantly I'd be happier. I want to be happier.

I know I could give up some of the foods, because I've already done it. The diet I started at the start of this semester kickstarted a change within my "relationship with food" (I hate that phrase) and denying myself food twice a week is just a part of my life now. It's easier to choose food when you know what's good for you and how many calories each thing contains. So in actual fact, I don't think I should have to give anything up because I've been behaving so much better with my eating habits that it would be worse to give up things I love.

So what else is there to change? Not a lot really. Perhaps what I actually need to do is learn to be happy with what I've got.

Valentine's Day: The Breakdown.

So once again, Valentine's Day is upon us. So where exactly along the line did a Saints day become a Hallmark holiday? And why on earth do we believe that there is only one day of the year where we can offer someone our hearts?

I won't lie to you. I love Valentine's Day. I love being showered in gifts and affection, being told how amazing I am and being thoroughly spoilt. My boyfriend on the other hand doesn't like it so much. He believes that loving me doesn't become more special because it's February 14th, and that he should be able to show me that every day. Since being with him, I've started to learn to think like that too and it's definitely made me shrug off the pressure of needing to do things on that day.

So instead of breaking the bank on presents, deciding to make plans on Valentine's Day even though Thursdays are busy days for both of us and putting lots of pressure on us both, I decided to do something better. Spend it with my best friend, whose boyfriend won't be able to make it down to see her for Valentine's Day. We're going to watch bad TV, have a glass of wine (only the one, remember it's a fast day), have a snuggle on the sofa and enjoy the company of each other instead of stressing that the restaurant/food isn't right.



Background Blog: No reason, I just really love this song.

"Look at her!"

I've always wanted to be fashionable. Not in the sense that I follow specific trends or that I'm always wearing the latest clothing, but in the sense that you can tell unmistakably that when someone wearing particular clothes walks through the door, it's me. I want to carry an air of being comfortable within myself.

And so I lay down the gauntlet, to anybody and everybody who thinks they could find an article, any article, of clothing which is just completely me. I am sick and tired of wearing things which suit my shape, but don't always suit me. Am I really a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl? Or would I look better in high-fashion with an oversized hat and wearing socks with stilettos?

A few things that might help: I love the fashion of the 50s. Nipped waistlines and low necklines really suit me. Dropped waists and polo necks make me look ridiculous. Body-con if the eternal anathema and I carry the majority of my weight on my stomach and around my back. Red is a colour I can wear well. I don't really like bizarre shoes; I love court shoes and stilettos. My favourite pieces of jewellery are my white gold oval hoop earrings and my gold ring with diamonds and sapphires.

If anybody could answer my questions, please do so. Otherwise I shall spend the rest of my life searching and probably never really knowing.


Background Blog: Totally addicted to these guys at the moment. Don't even care that their music is nearly 70 years old.