Thin is in.

I torture myself every day wishing I was skinny. It’s so sad that I and many others feel such a constant pressure from every medium possible that “thin is in”. This pressure is the reason  that sufferers of anorexia and bulimia are becoming increasingly  younger. This trend sadly will not die in the foreseeable future, although many of its victims undoubtedly will. With such a heavy influence we are forever considering ourselves mediocre. Why are we aspiring to look like women that don’t even look as perfect as we think. They are airbrushed of course and god only knows how miserable and unhealthy they are from starving themselves from food.

No matter how often I tell myself that it isn’t healthy to be so thin I still want to be that thin. Every time I see a person thinner than me I feel a sense of longing. I want people to look at me and think “wow she’s skinny she looks great”. I hate that I feel this constant need to be thin. I’m ashamed that I have bowed to the pressures.

I can only blame the media. If the beautiful women we see in Magazines and on television weren’t so thin, then it would be a different story. We wouldn’t see anything glamorous about being underweight. Marilyn Monroe in the height of her success was a UK size 16. This shocks people when I tell them. They don’t believe it. But nobody in television those days was thin so there was no comparing of her weight.

I hate that I too feel the pressures. I wish I could say otherwise, but I want to be skinny.


The burden of a name

I believe that the name we are given at birth can affect each of us to some varying degree during the  course of life. Perhaps we have a name with a stronger personality than we possess and we strive everyday to out run it. Perhaps we were given a name we must explain or spell for people, this could be tiresome by the age of even 11 no doubt.                                                                                                                     A name can be an affliction, there is no doubt about that. This should be remembered when naming a child.It’s not like  naming a doll or a dog or cat, you are naming a person, a person who will have to answer to that name for the rest of their lives.How would you like to be burdened with these celebrity names, “Moon unit”, “Camera”, “Apple”, “Justice” ,”Dweezil”, or “Diva muffin”.                  Simple day-to-day occurrences would be tainted with an air of absurdity: “Oh mum you remember Apple  don’t you?, we went to school together”. Or “Where is Justice?” “Perhaps he just went for a walk gran”. Or that a placard on a door reading “Dweezil” is the first impression any client has of you before they enter your office. Or even significant moments be rendered momentarily farcical,  “Do you Banjo Patrick take Frances Bean to be your lawfully wedded wife?”             Careful consideration should be put in naming a person. If your children are destined to spend their years backstage at a rock concert then perhaps these names are fitting. Otherwise steer clear of the weird and whimsical. Life is tough enough, without the simple act of one calling your name being a cause for humiliation.

Boredom. A blessing or a Curse?

As a child I never dared utter the fatal words “I’m bored”, as I would be sent immediately to clean my bedroom.

Even now when I hear the words slip from my mouth, I feel a sense of guilt and shame.

So is boredom the source of all evil? As the old saying goes “the devil makes work for idle hands”.

I think that we all need moments of boredom to appreciate the hard work that we do.

It’s easy to see boredom as a blessing…when you are miles  from being  bored, tearing your hair out with stress, dreaming of a land where you could laze on the couch with nothing to do only watch tv.

Right now I’m so bored I could tear my own hair out, I’m even dreaming about my return to college and the steady stream of deadlines that await.

So its like the grass on the other side….always greener.

If you want a moment of doing nothing then why not?And if you can’t sit still then get out and enjoy yourself.

Enjoy these moments for just you, they are few and far between.

The New Year’s Resolutions We’ve Already Broken

Day six of my “new year” and I am ashamed to admit I’m still in bed. So what about all my great plans for my life in the new year?

It seems unreasonable that we should all alter our life so suddenly as we all intend to do when the pressure of the new years resolution is upon us. Why is it we see it as a realistic goal?

These are the resolutions we are likely to make and break within the first few days of January.

  1. Get Fit. This resolution is broken the moment it is decided upon.Yes we all decide to go to the gym starting on January first. It is doomed to fail. Usually when this resolution is made we are drunk on new years eve. Que the inevitable January 1st hangover and the resolution is already a thing of the past. We spend the morning in bed, heads spinning, possibly vomming into a basin. Eventually we get out of bed, possible first day at the gym  wasted and we break yet another classic resolution.
  2. Get Skinny. Ya starting from the 1st of January I’m going to starve myself, along with my daily trip to the gym I’ll be looking like Georgia Salpa in no time. Right? Wrong. I’m hunched over at the fridge at this point. Weakly reaching for anything salty, sausages rashers, black pudding. Yum Yum fat bum. So I start my new year with a greasy fry up, with eggs, sausages, rashers, beans and toast dripping with butter. I’ts so good! All good intentions out the window of course. So i say to myself, I’ll start the diet tomorrow which to me means that I should stuff my face with a disgusting amount of fat for the rest of the day.The cycle continues, as my food cravings grow so do my thighs!Confidence diminishing….as is chance of fulfilling my next resolution.
  3. Quit Drinking. We are drunk when we have this epiphany. So it is broken come midnight when we are already plastered and possibly flashing unaware of the appalled onlookers as we drag on our “last fag ever”. Which brings me to the next resolution.
  4. Quit Smoking. Great intentions but as soon as we wake up we crave it. The hangover of course does us no favours here. So we light our first cigarette while the fry cooks and consider hypnosis, or nicorette patches in our endless quest to kick the craving. All expensive remedies, I’d have to sell myself for the money, leading to the next resolution destined to fail.
  5. Get Rich. By this I mean be careful with money, save it and don’t waste it on unnecessary things like alcohol, smoking, nights out, clothes and gym membership!But on the 2nd of January I splash out on new trainers promising to tone me up in no time. I’m excited at all the prospects of my new self so I then buy some fabulous dresses and shoes to compliment the new me. I even buy some fitness dvd’s. So day 2 and i’m broke. I trawl the web for get rich plans. Oh my delusions are never ending.

So New Years Resolutions are never usually followed religously. I for one have no success with them. So why do we set ourselves up for failure? Is it healthy? I’m not even dressed yet and i feel I’m a failure.

Sometimes we need a push from others. But realistically you can not change your life over night. Start 3 simple steps to getting on track.

  1. Be realistic. Set realistic goals you can incorporate into your daily routine. Nothing drastic.
  2. Make lists. Making a list every day of tasks you need to complete, makes your goals a lot more achievable. The pleasure of ticking off each item on the list surely outweighs anything else. Having this sense of order makes for a better nights sleep.
  3. Have fun! Don’t stress yourself, make life fun. If you want to get fit why not get a group of friends together to a Zumba fitness class. You don’t feel its a chore when you’re having fun.
Happy New Year! Here’s to not making silly resolutions and enjoying life!!