Who even came up with the idea of New Years resolutions?

Now I am not trying to back out of mine here, far from it, I think I may be one of the few people in the new year who actually set sensible, attainable and most importantly, realistic goals for the New Year.

I haven't failed yet three days in but I haven't had a perfect day either and I have, as I outlined above, set actual attainable goals.


January is hectic enough. Winding down after christmas, and often (especially for me) a lack of money after christmas. Nevermind the fact that most people have had at least a week off and are totally of of gear and need to be rolled down the hill to jump start them (see my clever wordplay there?). And yet this is the week where everyone decides it's time to start fresh. Anyway my point wasn't to come on and complain but to quickly jot down my days wisdoms (ahem ahem, I use this term lightly).

Myself, it's week 1. Back to reality. Two blissful weeks off where my time was sudden a less valuable commodity. Usually I get to the weekend and say "ok we have two days, how much can we fit in?" so two weeks of not having to do anything was bliss. And if anything, and yes I'm going full first world problems here, it is actually harder to go back to work after two weeks off. You are painfully aware of what you're missing. So I'm back with a bang this week with a fifty hour week, and a fifty something hour week next week, hence the rushed posts before I collapse each night. This of course is causing hiccups. We're restocking our fridges after the christmas wipe out, we're flat broke and me being unused to half six starts and ten hour days means the last thing I want to do at night is prepare dinners and lunches for tomorrow. Unfortunately this left me eating waffles and chicken dippers at lunch time and an oreo ball in the morning. For those who have not tried this most glorious of sins, don't once they are eaten you will never be cured. I also had to run from one job to another this evening and I wasn't prepared. Fail to prepare, prepare to fail is blaring in my head right now, but my point is sometimes you just can't. I will have more weeks like this and other weeks will sail by without a hitch. The point is to try and learn damage control. I ate into my exercise today so to speak (I ate back calories I burned working out) but I also worked out. I know its not ideal and my defict was only 200ish calories but it was a deficit. As long as I'm getting them I'm happy. As long as this doesnt happen every day I'm happy.

So I guess what I'm saying is I'm happy. I left the house this morning at seven and got home at seven and I still made myself get up and step out into the torrential rain and walk 2.5km. It's not much but it's fantastic for me. I also had a 400 cal deficit but I baked banana bread for my lunch tomorrow and obviously I had to try it. I admit it was silly on my part but I'm tired and it looked goooood!

On the plus side tomorrow I have both dinner and a healthy banana bread mid morning snack to take with me!

Day 363 down, 362 days to go!

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Things never go to plan do they?

I am going to stop making plans for anything other than the day I am currently living.

What's the saying "While you make plans God's laughing"? Well someone is definitely laughing.

You know how I was planning my super exciting week last week with all my days off etc. Well of course that didn't happen. Oh no. I went out last week to the kids I mind only to discover that the two kids were sick with an awful tummy bug and guess what? By day two I had caught it. I ended up leaving an hour early and I was sick until Thursday and then on Thursday night, Paul (my boyfriend) got sick. Yep. Three days later and we wre barely over it as a house. Every. Single. Plan. Was. Laid. To. Waste.

So I started this week fresh and basically was just wrecked the whole time. Kids are tiring! So today I am fresh and fighting fit! I've been up since seven cleaning and organising (and watching Alphas) and I'm currently sitting here trying to decide what type of scone to bake. I'm leaning towards peanut butter and chocolate because...well because chocolate and peanut butter...no other because needed.

I am in Heaven. 

I sent my boyf off to college this morning and he was checking would I be alright etc. Honestly. I couldn't wait to get him out the door. I have the house to myself. To do whatever I want. To clean and organise without him trailing around behind me making it messy again. I might even play his playstation. Of course as always happens in the week following a sickness I also have a tonne of jobs to do and a to do list on my ipod as long as my leg. I need to go to the post office, buy kitty litter, go to my parents house, paint furniture, buy paint brushes, tax the car, collect my parking permit...shall I continue? I don't think theres a need. My biggest fear is that I won't make good use of my days. I'm used to not having time and squishing everything in and now I have loads. It's kind of scary.

Maybe an overreaction.

But maybe you get my point. It's like letting a kid into a toy store and saying you can choose any one item that you want now go. Theres just so much to choose from I can't pick any one thing. My brain is going five million miles a minute here with all the things I can do.

So I suppose I should just start right?
Instead of sitting here blogging.

I'm going to go bake my scones get rid of all the boring jobs and then....then I am going to the charity warehouse near our house to buy some new furniture. Talk about child in a toy store..I may just die from happiness. It's normally closed when I'm off!!!

Big woop for life changes!

To an unscheduled life!