Heya you babe-ilicious lot.
My original plan for this post was to have it ready (or the bulk of it) to be posted on New Years Day but I accidentally found myself in that weird bit between Christmas and New Year where the only food you eat is cold or beige and you forget your own age. The Norwegians have a specific name for it; Romjul, but I like to refer to it as “Sofa Oblivion”.
So instead, here we are on the 3rd of January 2018.
Again, I’d planned this the night before and decided that today I was going to be super duper productive and wear a sassy-ass ‘conquer-the-world’ outfit and document it all for a nice little blog post. I set an alarm for 6:15, even though it was a day off work; I got my gym stuff ready to go in the morning at 9:30am when I figured that everyone would be at work and I could have free reign of the place; I made a mental list of all the things I needed to do and went to bed at 11pm.
Wednesday 3rd January
Overslept the alarm. Unsure as to whether I even set it in the first place.
No bother, I made a cup of tea, had a little read of my book (cliché New Years resolution) and started mentally preparing myself to get ready to go to the gym.
Still at home, debating whether I should have another cup of tea.
Caved, and had a bowl of granola. Wouldn’t be able to go to the gym for at least another 2 hours because I’m sure my mum said something once about leaving it 2 hours after you’ve eaten…yeah?
Well, 10:30 would be time to have really achieved at least some of my mental to-do list. So far I had;
- Woken up
- Gone back to sleep
- Had two cups of tea and some granola (no green juice)
- Read for 45 minutes (yas)
- Convinced myself I didn’t have to go to the gym and that if I did I’d probably get a stitch due to excessive cereal consumption
Nothing to shout about really.
Decided I should probably shower and do something productive, but then I was distracted by a text informing me that my Zara sale parcel would be arriving shortly. Made a cup of tea. Damn.
This day was not turning out to be as productive as I had originally hoped.
By now I had showered and gone through my entire wardrobe looking for the perfect first-of-many boss outfits. Obviously, I couldn’t find anything that looked right or would fit properly (damn you beige food).
Spent half an hour trying to take a decent outfit photo and failed.
Ended up in all black, which is totally not me at all but; LOOK. at. these. robots.
Robot boobs, okay, this is a good start to the year.
Zara parcel arrives. Decided that as a trophy of the first proper day of 2018 I should document the main two events of the day in one.
Tea…and online shopping..no change there.
Just like that, exactly 3 and 1/2 hours after this day was supposed to start, I finally left the house having completed a pathetic amount of my original to-do list but armed with parcels to be returned, a burning desire for coffee a desperate need to get my nails done and absolutely no sign of a toned body. This hadn’t gone quite to plan.
I’ll try again tomorrow.
And do you know what, I don’t mind, because this year I’m focussing on doing ‘Me’ and being kind to myself and I am SO excited for what is to come. So welcome, 2018, you babe. After a slow start, I have a feeling we’re going to be great friends.