Weight loss and happiness gain.

I wonder how many times you look in the mirror and think you're gorgeous. Or skinny, or unique. If you wake up feeling beautiful and sexy. Feeling wanted and satisfied. Looking down at your fluffy socks with a smile and a sense of there's nobody else you'd rather be.

Maybe not to often, but somebody whom you know well or not so well have thought that you were exactly the person they'd love to be. Isn't that strange?

Not that somebody would think we're lovely but actually want to be us. Be 'that kind of girl'. If we all idealise each other, why can't we accept ourselves as brilliant or beautiful. I really don't understand why we dislike those who say they realise they're attractive and think those who are insecure (or say they are) are more real or friendly.

Who are who you are. You can maximise or minimise that. You can copy others, but will be a copy. If you continually listen to others and follow others you'll lose who you are and what makes you so.

I'm my own biggest critic and I see women all the time I think are stunning but I try to make myself the best I can be, which makes me happier than lusting after somebody I'll never be. You're a first-class version of yourself and no matter how you strive to be somebody else you'll always be a second rate version.

Recently I've been exercising a whole lot. With yoga, dance workouts and squash. With these things bizarrely I've been given opportunities. For friendship, unity, coaching, fitness. It's so exciting to know that doing something different impacts your life in different ways.

I'm very excited for the next couple of weeks.
I really hope you are too.

Letting Yourself Down.

I'm glad I didn't start the year writing a blog about how when the clockgoes blank on New Years Eve my whole world warped and became a great place to be, mostly because it's always a great place to be.

Sometimes in life you have you look at everybody around you and realise that they are there because you chose them to be there. Your friends, chosen. Your family, you chose to spend time with them/ live them. Your job, chosen. Your university tutors, chosen. If you're unhappy in life then it's a case of bad decision and not 'bad luck'.

Whilst there are some decisions which clash, we have to get over our little petty problems and look at the joy these things or these people bring us. If you can't stomach a day in your own life then there's nobody else to blame.

I think we let ourselves down more than we'd care to admit. Rather it's not doing well in school, or still not shifting that extra weight.

Lately I've been thinking about thinking and thinking about how to make it up to myself. And by that I mean by DOING things, and stop watching others doing them. Move out, get a different job, buy that dress and ask him out (or get rid of him).

Stop letting yourself down, and don't make that a resolution but a promise to yourself that you'll try to maintain in order to make yourself happier and healthier.