Sunday, 11 March 2018

Lets Chat: realising I can't do everything, body confidence and Instagram...

I've realised recently that I fucking love talking boyfriend will agree with me on this one. And what better place to share my word vomit than here, with you guys, if you want to hear about what my current thoughts and feelings are anyway.

I've recently realised that I do not have the time or the energy to do everything I want, or everything that is put in front of me. Juggling work, my friendships, my relationship, spending time with family and my blog has been a serious struggle for me, and I've just reached a point where I have realised that in order to succeed in one of these,  a few of these are going to have to take a backseat (which sucks, and should most definitely not have to be the case). Since I haven't been in my job for a long time, and obviously I spend the majority of my day at work, work has definitely taken priority at the moment, and I do find it a little hard to switch off in the evenings, panicking that I have forgotten to do something, or that I've done something wrong. My fitness has most definitely taken a hit, from going to the gym 5/6 times a week down to 4 has genuinely had an impact on my body and my energy levels - if anyone has any tips on juggling gym and work, please hit me up! 

My poor old blog has also taken a hit, with a lack of high quality and aesthetically pleasing images, and good quality writing, that isn't just my words vommed out on a page. I wish I could spend two or three hours a day on my blog, but when I already get up at 6:30am, and get home around 7:30pm, there just really isn't time. How people hold down a full time job, and daily posting is absolutely beyond me, please share your secrets!

Anyway, I suppose my overall point is that it's ok to not have time to do everything, and you shouldn't feel like a failure when you are unable to achieve everything you want to. I, especially with my blog, feel immensely shit if I miss an upload one week, but sometimes I just don't have the ideas, or the time to write and photograph, and realistically I don't feel like anyone is hugely missing out, except for myself. I think writing a proper schedule for my weeks is definitely on the cards, and solidifying two days a month where I can get all my photographs done for all my months posts is probably a very wise idea.

Since I briefly mentioned the gym, let me have a quick old ramble about body confidence. I feel like my body confidence has dropped significantly from how I was feeling at the end of Summer, before I moved back home. I was genuinely happy with where my body was at, and although I wanted to grow more of a booty, everything else was pretty much ok, and I felt good. Maybe it's just a winter thing? I suppose the increase in Instagram fitspo accounts I'm following definitely correlates with my feelings on my own body. As my fave Carly Rowena says, if you look at the pictures and they don't make you feel good about yourself, you should probably unfollow the account - some advice I am definitely going to be taking on board. We should all be happy with the bodies that we have, especially if they are healthy, but sometimes that can be much easier said than done when there are these other ideas of 'perfection' online.

Enough of my ramblings on - sometimes I feel like I just need to type out what random thoughts are currently in my head, so I hope you have enjoyed having a delve around my brain!


Monday, 5 March 2018

Confessions of a 22 year old

So, I turned 22 on the 17th of February, and I really wanted to do a post relating to the fact I was 22, and aside from the generic ‘22 things I’ve learnt in my 22 years’ or an entire post dedicated to Taylor Swift’s absolute banger, I’ve decided on this one...confessions of a 22 year old. Enjoy my embarrassing confessions, and sorry to any of my friends, who probably won’t want to be friends with me anymore.

Let's start with a juicy one shall we. I’ve wee’d in my boyfriends car more times than I care to admit. Let me explain this one. Andy referees at weekends, sometimes two matches back to back in fields where there is absolutely nothing around. We have a deal where he will buy me a McDonalds toffee latte before or after every match as compensation for me sitting in his freezing car for around 3 and a half hours (not such a fair deal on my part if you ask me). Anyway...back to the main part of the story, with my weak bladder and a coffee flowing through my system, mixed with the cold weather, sometimes a girl just gotta go - in a coffee cup. Sorry not sorry.

I've started to care much less about embarrassing bodily functions. Legit, I don’t give a fuck if I fart in front of Andy - I’m past it, and he is most definitely past it. We’re all on this planet, we are all built the same, and we all do it - why should we be embarrassed or care?! Not that I am advising everyone to be animals and go parping in public. Oh, and as for my weak bladder/needing to wee every hour (or every 10 minutes if I’m on a night out), I couldn’t give a monkeys. Also, the thought of taking a dump in a public toilet - absolute no no way back in the day, but now, yolo, you gotta go when you gotta go.

This isn’t such a juicy one, but I fall asleep on the train to work, every morning. God knows why, I’m the oldest lady of a 22 year old you will ever find, I go to sleep at 10:30 every night, and get around 7-8 hours a night - how that warrants falling asleep on the train every morning, I have no idea. I definitely need to get me some Floradix - has anyone tried this, does it work? Fingers crossed I don’t dribble or snore on the train, I do always wake up to people staring at me so who knows.

I have a shopping addiction. Like, seriously. I do not need any more boots. I do not need anymore Gymshark outfits, but I just can’t help it. I’m of an age now where if I want something and I know it’ll make me happy, I will just buy it. Sod being broke for the whole month. Plus, if I feel I look good I will be ten times more confident and happy. 

I sometimes wear the same bra for over a week. Who’s boobs sweat so much that you need to wash your bra all the time?! Sorry, but I haven’t got time (or enough bras) to be washing them every three days as suggested. Don’t even judge me, I promise I don’t smell, and my pants definitely do get changed every day.

Don’t get me started on body hair, some mornings I wake up, see my moustache, leave it, and be Daniel for the day. Who even has time for hair removal of ya moustache once a week? Dark haired girls, do you feel me?! And leg hair is just an extra layer for warmth. I think Andy has got used to my gorilla-like appearance, and he’s said he doesn’t even care - not that I’d care if he had a problem with it. In summer when my legs are out I will most definitely be shaving them, don't worry.

So there you have it, confessions of a twenty two year old (aka, me). Please share your embarrassing confessions below, or if you feel me on any of these!
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