The Bad Blogger

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I've given up and restarted blogging time and time again. I have followed a few blogs since I was in University, ad back then these fashion and beauty blogs were the kind I wanted to create, and for a short while I did. I am awful at keeping myself motivated. I have never been consistent and never truly been myself in blogging. Of course when I blogged about fashion and beauty it was what I was interested in, but now that I look back I tried so hard to make my blog as beautiful as the blogs I read I stopped enjoying what I was doing. I have re started many times since then and now here I am again.

No matter how many times I have lost the motivation I will always love writing. And now I find myself in a very good place. I have a stable job and a direction in life. My writing can be for fun with no real pressure. Spending my evenings wearing pyjamas and eating junk food writing about what I want to.

There's no specific genre, but there doesn't need to be. I fail at a lot of things, being an adult, healthy eating, and socialising without being an awkward mess to name a few. Like a child I find it easiest to work to goals, so I've made some. My list may get longer, but for now 20 will do. These are goals that I would like to achieve within the next year. Some are small goals that I would like to do, some are longer term.

1. Read one book at least every two months.

2. Blog every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

3. Write for myself at least once a week.

4. Take more pictures (not just of the dog!)

5. Take a yoga class / Learn at home.

6. Fit into THE shorts (I'm sure I will explain this in a future post)

7. Start a dream journal.

8. Go to see a psychic.

9. Experience a Reiki treatment.

10. Make and stick to a plan to save money every month.

11. Don't spend any money on myself for three months.

12. Go to Comic Con in cosplay.

13. Make time for Willow every day (Willow is my pet Pygmy Hedgehog)

14. Teach Buster a trick.

15. Get my first tattoo.

16. Start my Driving Lessons.

17. Make a friend through blogging.

18. Do not get a takeaway for one month (baby steps)

19. Have a logo designed for my blog.

20. Sort out filing for important documents.

Furry Baby Obsession

Everywhere I look on social media people are settling down, getting married and having babies. Now I understand the settling down and marriage malarkey but having babies terrifies me.

I am now 24 and when I was younger I had it all planned. By now I would have been established in my career, married and if I didn’t already have a baby I would have been pregnant. I was so ready to be an adult back then, but now slowing the process in the form of “NO BABIES ALLOWED” has begun. Don’t get me wrong I like babies, but I’m not ready to devote myself to caring for someone for a minimum of 18 years.

Of course I am a girl and it is only natural for me to have the need to nurture and care for something, and that’s where the furry baby obsession starts.

I have wanted a dog of my own for as long as I can remember. When I was about 9 my parents gave in and got me a dog. Obviously that lovely fluff ball full of cuddles chose to love my parents a lot more than me so he never really was my dog…plus I was a child, I could hardly take care of him by myself. But the minute University ended I found myself surrounded my Chihuahuas (at my boyfriends mums house) and I craved one of my own to look after (much like I imagine a woman craves a baby).

Buster came into my life in a very strange way. We basically chose another dog over him. Both buster and the other dog we had chose belonged to my boyfriends mum. It wasn’t until we were talking about which dog loved who the most that someone pointed out that buster loved me the most. I had never even noticed. He was the most recent addition to the family and he didn’t really get along with the other male dog. At the time I was doing a course which meant I was up early and the first person he would see in the morning. I feel absolutely awful that I didn’t want him from the start. He is my spirit animal. He knows I am having an anxious day before I do. He stay extra close to me when he knows I need comforting, and he is the fluffiest loveliest furry baby I could ever have hoped for.

I do have other pets that I love a tremendous amount but Buster is my furry baby. The guys at work think I’m mad treating him like a baby but how can I not!! I’m sure there are so many of you who are exactly the same as me…or maybe I really am crazy.

The Lazy Couples Valentines Day

Cue the loved up facebook statuses followed by the statuses moaning about said loved up people. Oh and don't forget the guys moaning about Valentines day being a commercial holiday made to get money out of you. Love it or hate it, I'm sure we all saw our fair share of Valentines social media posts.

I like valentines day...granted I may hate it if I were alone but I’m not, and as Chief Webber of Grey's Anatomy said “What's wrong with a day dedicated to the one you love” - or something along those lines (such a TV Freak!)

As much as I like Valentines Day, I'm not a huge lover of date nights. As a self confessed lazy person with a hint of anxiety I much prefer the comfort of my own home. Why you ask?

1. I can eat as much as I want without judgement.

2. I can shove as much food in my mouth without looking like a pig...well the dog and the boyfriend might see but they’re pigs too.

3. We can watch TV and eat at the same time! No deciding on cinema and then dinner or rushing dinner to be on time for a movie.

4. I love dressing up but there’s nothing quite like a new pair of Pjs!

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I could go on but I already sound crazy enough.

This valentines day I decided to make the ultimate lazy, treat weekend. I went full cheese and put up paper hearts around the living room, pushed the sofa close to the TV to make a cosy den, sprinkled some fake rose petals and tea lights around the beloved TV to create some ambiance.

The best part of a date night is the getting ready. I love a nice new outfit and making myself look all pretty, so on this occasion I put my make upon like any other date and bought myself and Luke some new comfy pyjamas. The make up helps with not feeling like a slob.

I started the day by baking some heart shaped pies with cherry, apple and Nutella fillings (separate pies not all flavours in one!) served with croissants (store bought) and home made strawberry milkshake. Lunch was a huge cooked breakfast and dinner was a take out pizza, courtesy of Luke.

We went full out watching movies on Netflix and Now TV, we ate until we had food babies and drank plenty of booze. It was the perfect Valentines Day, I feel this stay at home Valentines Day may become a tradition.

And while Luke gets to play some Xbox I can finish off the weekend with a hot bath, a glass of red wine (or two), Yankee candles and enough smelly bath stuff to knock you out.

Another Day, Another Diet

Do you remember when you were a kid and you could eat as much as you wanted and never put on weight? - Well I was one of those kids. Family would always comment on how it wasn't fair that I was in the kitchen cupboards yet again and it wouldn't affect my weight (To be fair I did eat like a pig – still do). Sadly this didn’t last. When I started university I went from barely ever drinking alcohol to a wild student that thought of drinking as a sport! Slowly the pounds slithered around the tummy area, and now almost three years after university I have become your typical serial dieter.The usual cycle is: I start a diet. I miss bad food. I Cheat. I quit. I start a new diet. (I go through this sometimes in just one week)It's like I am searching for this super easy diet where I eat exactly what I want and don't put on weight. (I'm beginning to think it doesn't exist but I’m not quite ready to let go of that dream)Here are some of the many diets I have tried, and if I’m honest I'll end up trying them again:
Ketogenic Diet – I have gone back to this time and time again! Low Carb. High Fat. Moderate Protein. It's a good one and one that I know I will always have a go at because the results are so good!Slimming World – All that pasta and still losing weight! I just didn't get on with it. Maybe I didn’t really try but I just wasn’t feeling it.Just plain calorie counting and healthy eating – At this point I was at highest weight and lowest mood. I dove in. All the healthy eating and all the exercise. 3 weeks in and I had lost nothing. Maybe it was all of the exercise or I was going terribly wrong somewhere, but not seeing the results pushed me back into old habits.

There are a lot more diets to talk about but I won't. I think a lot of us have this habit of hoping it will be easy and then when it's not we don’t have the will power. Hopefully now is the time! My boyfriend wants to lose some weight before he hits 30 in a couple of months and I would like to fit into a certain pair of shorts before our next holiday. I know, I know! - I've told myself all of this 'I'm ready' stuff before, and I will say it all again at a later date! But lets just see, maybe I really am ready this time.

F**ck My Adult Life

​I never even thought I would get into University, but when I did I was ready to be an adult. Sadly being an adult at University and being an adult with a full time job is very different. 

Sure, while I was at uni I had to look after myself and use my loan to pay rent and bills, but somehow responsibility wasn't high up on my priorities. There was always enough money for a new outfit for a night out. Always a few pennies for getting drunk multiple times a week. The loan came in whether I skipped lectures or not so oversleeping through a class was no big deal. By the end of the three years the journalism degree I earned was no longer what I wanted and it was time to step into the real world.

Now it's been almost three years since I was at university and life is much harder. There's no choice but to work for money, I was a very lazy student, and although there is now a lot less time to be lazy, I am still an exceedingly lazy adult.

As soon as I lock the door behind me I change into pyjamas. I live for whole days and nights spend wrapped up in front of the TV. Chores are even worse than when I was a kid and after cooking dinner every day after work I have a mental breakdown and ruin whatever diet I was on by persuading the boyfriend to get a takeaway. (not that its hard the persuade him, he's as bad as me) 

My weekends are spent catching up on sleep, eating huge amounts of carbs and cheese, playing video games and binge watching a variety of tv series. Don't get me wrong I still love fashion and makeup as much as I used to and although I love the getting ready part of going out it is very rare that a 2 day hangover is justified. 

When I was in school my best friend and I thought we would wear high heels at all times from the moment we went to uni...that never happened. I spent a few weeks wearing heels on nights out and then I learned that you could stay out longer and get drunker if you were wearing nice flat shoes.

I see girls younger than me that look so much more grown up which makes me think my mother is right when she says I dress like a child.

I do as little chores as possible which means all of my clothes are creased until I decide to wear them. Then and only then I will consider ironing.

I want to learn to drive but I keep finding something else I need to spend my money on and honestly most of the time it isn't justified.

FML used to mean I needed to start an essay or I broke my phone in a nightclub. Now its because I argue with BT on a weekly basis and when I look at the adults around me I see myself as a child.

Reading this back it sounds like I think life it bad. It is hard but I enjoy the way I spend my spare time even if it makes me look like a child.

However, I have acquired a taste for red wine which in my eyes makes me a perfectly functioning adult.