Monday, 1 January 2018

2018

I feel like a heavyweight prize fighter entering the ring.  In the blue corner we have Mrs Fatso Blob Features weighing in at a staggering 184 pounds and in the red corner we have Food.  The crowd roar and the fight begins.

I am going to adopt the attitude of if I don’t want to get bruised I must duck the blows.  I can’t get out of the ring as I actually have to face food in some form, often.  I really don’t quite understand why anyone should need to seek help to not do something.  You don’t want to drink alcohol, just don’t drink it.  You don’t want to eat too much, just have less food.  I so wish it was that easy.  I will pretend it is.  Addiction isn’t a behaviour I know.

My resolutions:
Eat less, drink less alcohol, get up earlier, work more, less Facebook, no internet shopping, be tidier, spend less, finish things, take better care of self, dress better, exercise more and improve concentration.

His resolution:
Abolish Sober Monday.

I like his better.


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