Good morning, lovely reader. How is your weekend going so far?
As those of you who have read this post about me bullying a pepper pot will already know, I recently made a sweeping declaration about a particular aspect of my life, i.e. that if something hadn’t changed by a certain point in time, I would have to radically change my behaviour. Without delving too far into the hows and the whys and the “do you mind if I don’t?”s (sorry – I can’t resist the opportunity to include a Blackadder reference), I will tell you that the deadline for something to change is today. I now realise that I was being ludicrously optimistic about that time frame. Radically changed behaviour, here I come.
When my house mate gave up smoking, she went completely cold turkey straight away. I have rarely seen such impressive will power, especially given that she went to a snazzy industry party in Soho three nights later and could very easily have reneged on her decision. She was out in central London with a lot of booze, a lot of smokers and some very famous actors, but she didn’t give in. Amazing, isn’t it? I know. She’s a legend.
It is examples of self-control like that one which make me determined not to go back on my deadline thing. It’s going to be painful and difficult. I will probably change my mind about it in the next few days, hours or even minutes. I feel incredibly sorry for my friends, who are going to have to put up with a lot from me for the next few weeks, but it has to be done. This may have started with a sweeping declaration and an unfortunate condiment container, but I think we all know that when we try to make big decisions about our lives it’s because we recognise that something is wrong, and our job as human beings with a sense of self-preservation is to get the heck out.
Who knows what we are missing by pursuing things that are bad for us? What kind of amazing stuff is happening that we don’t even know about because we’re too busy being addicted to a harmful substance, malingering in a dead end job or chasing after someone who doesn’t love us? I can tell you for certain that you are a fascinating person with a lot to offer, and I hate to think of you wasting your time on something that is hurting you or holding you back. Make the decision to stop what you’re doing, and then stick to your guns. I cannot stress enough how utterly and completely metaphorical these guns should be (unless you’ve got water pistols, which are just cool).
Have the kind of Sunday that will make for a great anecdote tomorrow.
Hello and happy Friday to you, you gorgeous human being!
Yesterday my house mate Ash and I pootled off to Elstree for our second recording of Pointless, and while I’m not allowed to say very much about it specifically, I can tell you that we had a lovely time and that everyone we met was very nice, if a tad confused by us. Let me explain.
When we were on our way to the bus stop at stupid o’clock yesterday morning, Ash suggested pausing at our local Tesco to get a couple of diet cokes. The buy one get one free offer being what it was, we ended up filling her suitcase with twelve cans of the stuff. While this seemed perfectly reasonable to us, it did make us look like we were carrying a mini bar around. Whenever one of us said “could you pass me a diet coke please, love?” and the other one opened our case of caffeinated treasure, the looks on people’s faces were priceless. One might argue that Ash and I have a slight problem…
I am about to make an incredibly hypocritical statement, but bear with me, because it comes with the best intentions: we all need to take better care of ourselves. Ash and I both drink water, eat vegetables and exercise, but we are also (clearly) addicted to a very unhealthy beverage. A lot of my friends who work hard are making leaps and bounds professionally, but health-wise they are running themselves into the ground. This worries me. The Irish grandmother bit of my brain bursts into tears when people I love tell me that they don’t have time to eat proper meals.
I know that it’s difficult when you’re frantically busy, but I really, really want you (yes, YOU specifically) to look after yourself. I have a few very good reasons for this:
- You will get ill. It’s just a fact. Whether it’s a cold or full-blown influenza, you cannot eat badly (or not enough) for long without your body throwing a hissy fit about it. Pay attention to your body, because you need it to get you places and house your brain and stuff.
- You will feel like hell. It’s bizarre how quickly our minds and bodies shut down when we’re not getting enough nutrients, but think about it: we all get grumpy when we’re hungry. Mood swings are your brain’s way of telling you to eat a sandwich.
- You are needed. The majority of people who read this blog know me personally, so to you lovely people: I NEED YOU. If you are not healthy and happy then the Irish grandmother in my head will be very upset, and you don’t want that. (She’s very loud when she’s upset, and she’s been known to force-feed people.) To those of you whom I don’t have the pleasure of being acquainted with: the people in your life need you. They want you to be happy and they need you to take care of yourself, because there are no spare copies of you lying around. You are unique and important, and if you scupper yourself health-wise then the people you love will be hurt.
Bearing that in mind, I hope that you eat a balanced, nutritious and delicious lunch. Treat yourself to some cake or something, as well. It is Friday, after all.