I never used to thrive that much in the heat, and therefore, winter was my preference. As a child, winter came with all things good - warm snuggly jumpers, Christmas, sometimes snow, and of course my birthday. Even now I think with the exception of fashion, it beats summer hands down. There are still birthday celebrations, the occasional white stuff, and what’s not to love about the one time of year everybody comes together to celebrate a HUGE holiday worldwide. Not forgetting the epic seasonal feast shared by all.
This year will be even more amazing than the last with my visit to NYC in December!! Something exciting will be seeing the city that never sleeps glistening in lights. I feel it’ll be pretty hard to resist that festive feeling.
I still remember when my dad jokingly told my younger cousin, then, aged five, that Santa does not come to Liphook – understandably there were tears, and she continued to hide under the kitchen table when we visited for years afterwards. But that memory instantly takes me back to the time my brother informed ME that the large man with the white beard may not be all he’s envisioned to be. He persuaded me in my naïve little world to meet him on the landing Christmas eve and he’d prove it. Understandably after witnessing something I’d rather not have, I tumbled down the stairs only to take comfort in a pile of shoes. Unsurprisingly he legged it into bed and denied all knowledge. It was only last Christmas he confessed to such antics, leaving my parents in as much shock as I received that tragic night.
What’s the reason for my writing this you ask? Well over the last few months I’ve shared with you my change in attitudes and opinions, and feel I owe it to you, as readers, to keep you updated. The now, rather humorous example above shows that recovery is always possible. At that time my world literally seemed to have crashed down, but even now that I know said white bearded man may not ALWAYS visit, I still get as, if not more, excited than I did on Christmas eve.
After my final PT session last week , I can confirm I don’t find myself cringing upon a glance in the mirror anymore. After researching numerous crash diets, and witnessing the deranged effects, the only way to do something about such insecurity is simple. Eat less. Move more. And that I’m afraid is the secret.
The consumption of alcohol has also changed dramatically. It has got DRAMATICALLY worse – but it is Freshers after all :)
Ok so the guitar learning still needs much more work. But hey, that’s why I brought it to uni.. lessons anyone?? Candidate needs to be patient, patient, and more patient!!
Speaking of uni, I am now perfectly settled in my new house with the girlies. No longer will I have to endure the cleaner ramming her hoover against my bedroom door – although I feel I may just miss when the kitchen becomes the occasional bombsite the morning after the night before. And I hope those last minute all nighters will be something of a past time.
However I will not be missing my ability to turn carefully applied make-up into a face of black mess a few hours later. Last year I did seem to make full use of my tear ducts, despite it being one of THE best years I’ve had so far. To this day I still don’t understand why a percentage of 2009 was spent opening the flood gates, but long gone is that year, as are the panda eyes. Perhaps the fact I was a caffeine pumped, emotional insomniac most of the time didn’t help? Who knows.. maybe the summer filled with Pimms and sand did work its magic, and with the best part of the year still to come, I think I’ll be just fine :)
And for all the F.R.I.E.N.D.S fans out there..
“That my friends, is what they call CLOSURE”
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