So I'm off to get my fortune told.

I'm off to a fortune teller today. I love getting my cards read every now and again. I even read the cards myself. In the past, I have made life decisions based on information provided to me by a psychic. I have been told many versions of a predicted life. If it was an exact science then I probably could of been done with seeing the one. I love to hear that I will be fabulously wealthy and happy. My realistic husband thinks it is all codswallop. He will still ask me what was told to me. This is probably due to the time we broke up as a psychic had told me he would never marry me. To be fair, at the time said husband could not be convinced that marriage was not the institution he believed it to be. He has asked me not to wear my wedding ring today. I will let you know how I get on...

For those of us easily distracted.

Let's call this person, person A. A tells me to stay focused. A does this hand gesture indicating focus. I can see A's point of view. I head off in tangents following swirly trains of thought and clouds of glitter. Stay focused they say. One of my aims for this year is that I do stay focused. I want clarity of focus much like Mr. Miyagi. Is it truly necessary to do the whole wax on wax off thing. I'm quiet lazy and really have poor upper arm strength. Poor strength in general. I mean holding the remote control doesn't count as strength training. If it did said Husband would be an Olympian champion by now. What is it with men and remote controls. Just because you have that black slick device does not mean that your holding any other sort of control around these parts Mr. 

See, I'm off again. what was I saying? Ah focus, yes. Clearly A is onto something. 

Burnout, it's a real thing apparently.

Okay so an article popped up on burnout being a real thing. Note to self, take heed! I feel that I'm surviving on coffee and just feeling yuk and jittery. I know giving it up would improve things but boy do I love the smell of coffee. I love everything about coffee except the hungover feeling you get until you drink your first cup. Who am I kidding? My first vat of it really. Then you have the jittery unfocused feeling of a mild heroin addict later in the day followed by the inevitable slump to energy oblivion by 8pm. Would be temporarily improved if I consumed more coffee. Alas, I'm also an early to bed gal and this means that my last cup needs to be before 3pm or I'm staring at the ceiling with cartoon circle eyes.

So you see, I'm conflicted, my social life largely consists of me asking people to "meet me for coffee?" Think I was heavily influenced by American sitcoms where that kind of thing was cool. Who wouldn't want to move to Stars Hollow? Twinkly fairy lights and coffee everywhere. Apologies, distracted there day dreaming of a crisp autumn day, floating around Stars Hollow. I'm sure that I also got the idea of driving an old jeep from Gilmore girls.

In summery, I may or may not give up my rich, sensual and evocative cup of coffee. Now where did I put my fairy lights?

Nervous...

Big presentation today. Why am I so nervous? I hate public speaking but I do have something to say. I would love to be easy breezy and strut my stuff super confident. I'll push past my comfort zone and go for it. Praying my cloths aren't on back to front and I manage to say the in PC thing. Everything now days is not the right thing to say...

Feeling a bit psycho!

Man am I tired? I am away at a training event for a few days. Safe to say the diet has not started. I am feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. The crap food has taken it's toll on me. It's a catch 22 type of situation. When you are most in need of self care you are too tired to do it. Rich hotel food and the odd afternoon biscuit to keep up the energy levels are setting me up for failure this week. Back to normal Thursday. hoping to start diet then. Fry was top notch for those of you interested.

Messy wardrobe means messy mind!

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This is my messy wardrobe. I have an idea that an organised wardrobe would signify an organised mind? I have cloths in here ranging from a 16 to a 12. The 12 achieved in a desperate ditch the carbs attempt. I feel my wardrobe represents my cluttered life. What I wouldn't give for an organised same size French style set up. That lady could come and sort me out. You know the girl, if you don't love it ditch it. So much of my wardrobe is a compromise. Lumpy hips and belly of a nine month pregnant lady do not make a great cloths horse. 

D day. Dun, dun, den. Just sung that bit, so use your imagination. 

Okay folks, here it is. Change is a comin' an all that jazz. I don't even believe it myself. I was telling a friend when I was out Friday for my big last bash for a year, all bout my plans. He replied that I'd be forgiven for not sticking to it. Well, I'll prove him and myself wrong. 

I'm ditching the drink, junk food and negativity for 365 days. Today is day 1. I'm clueless as to how this will work. I'm currently addicted to sugar and my diet is terrible. I rely on a pack of biscuits each evening to get me through the day. White bread will be a thing of the past. Oh maybe just a couple of slices with the fry I intend to have this morning. So, technically the diet won't have started just yet...

I'm off to Dublin for a training course today for the week. Hotel food and stress, may see me not starting until things settle down on my return. Today is the day though where going out is a thing of the past. 

Clearly, I do not have it all worked out but join me as figure it out.