After my insane football ranting blog last night, I wish to let you all know that I am back to normal. Like the grown-ups say "It's only a game" Wise words but to a competitive girl that does not like to lose, its just not that simple. Nothing wrong with a bit of competitive spirit. But people don't like to be on my team in games. Competition brings out a monster in me. I do not lose. When I do, it may take me a few hours of quiet to come out of my mood. But you probably learnt that already if you read last night's rant. We so should have won though! :P
My weight obsession is going off the scales now [ironic considering our bathroom scales have a dead battery so I can't obsessively check that every day] It is getting me fitter though. I managed 45 minutes of exercise today without feeling like I was about to die... with a 2 minute break in the middle to save my desk from the books crashing down on it from the tornado through my window. This, however, is not the insanity. Exercise is healthy. Fitness isn't something frowned upon. Buying in to ridiculous advertising that tells me that a gel-cream will 'slim and reshape' me is verging more towards the crazy side of body image obsession. Apparently the white tea [known for it natural fat reducing properties] will slim me, and the anis extract [known to lead to increased collagen production] will reshape me. Reducing food intake and increasing exercise simply wasn't enough. I have completely lost my mind and invested in some silly cream which is likely to do nothing but moisturise me like any other. Only I don't need moisturing, my skin is blessed and requires nothing but nature to make it silky soft. Rather than buying cream I should be maybe contemplating spending my money on a psychiatrist to help me get to the root cause of my insanity! I still stand by my claim that it is the mothers obsessive dieting and exercise in my childhood that caused this.
I have been a bit slack on the website production today. Vanity has completely taken over my day with exercising and then dying my hair a slightly darker shade of brown than it already was. I then put on my make-up for a 2 minute walk up to Spar. The real world cannot see the real me. No plans for tonight, and as far as I know there is nothing worth my viewing on the telly box so I still have plenty of hours to make up for my tardiness.
Now, as you all know. My knickers were stolen went missing. And I was delighted when they reappeared. The situation, however, is getting out of control. Just the other day, I spotted ANOTHER pair of my knickers in a pile of clean clothes destined for the step sisters room. I spotted this error just in time. Another pair could have been stolen gone missing! Then today whilst putting some washing in the machine I spotted a top of mine. Alone. Now, I will accept that there is a chance that I accidently dropped it last time I did washing. But it smelt of smoke [I am not a smoker, and can think of no other reason it would smell so smokey without being in a smokey environment... which the wash room is not]. It was, once again, within the step sisters washing. Now, I am not pointing the finger. Well, I am. But 3 times in a short time is a bit too much for a coincidence... Or maybe I just need to give my mind a bit more to do with itself instead of coming up with crazy theories about clothes theft.
"Where there is great love, there are always miracles"_ Willa Cather.
I have no comment on today's quote, I just liked it :D
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