Ok so my blogging adventure hasn't been that successful BUT I started running again today after a month and a half so that means I'm going to blog more. I don't get how that works, but what I mean is that my productively is at an all week high!
I was literally dreading starting up running again, a month and half is quite a long time seeing as I was going twice a week, but it wasn't that bad. I had a day off, well a 'work from home' day, so decided I had NO excuse not to go running. I pulled myself out of bed at 10am, put on my trainers and went. I got to 2 miles and thought 'You know what I can do this, I'm on a roll here,' but after half a mile that was it, I needed to turn round and go home. I was red and sweaty and not very attractive at all when I crawled through my front door. But I do feel much better for it. I'm going to try and go every other day. The marathon ballot results are out in October so I have to be ready, well ready ish.
The drinking sitch hasn't got much better. I have decided that it is summers fault No one wants to go out drinking in the Winter as its rainy and cold and dark and all you really want to do in the evenings is eat some hot comfort food (I'm talking pie and mash and soup) and cuddly up under covers on the sofa NO drinking involved. In the Summer, it is lighter later so you have way more time to go out after work and drink and eat and socialise. When the sun is out all anyone wants to do is drink cider or wine in a pub garden. I think this is probably just a shit excuse but I am going with this. I can solve my alcoholism in the winter, few more months to go. I think October is a good place to start.
Oh I haven't updated the dating cliffhanger left from last time! So the 1st date was good so it turned into a 2nd and 3rd. I don't know how this happened but we did have a fun time. The first date was really boozy and was mainly bar hopping in Soho, ending up with me spilling my drink all over him, a drunken kiss and getting the last train home. Tried to be more sophisticated on the 2nd date. Didn't work. I don't know what's happened but I JUST CANT hold alcohol anymore. 3rd date was much less boozy, obviously drink was involved, but day drinking on a sunny sunday. So we shall see what happens from here...
Thursday, 6 August 2015
Tuesday, 21 July 2015
No more excuses..
I have no more excuses not to start writing after being given a HP notebook thing. I am too lazy to write a book or a script anymore, so I thought I'd give blogging a go. And what subject do I know more about than anything in the world - me. My embarrassing, tragic, fun (hopefully entertaining for you) life as a newly single 23 year old working and living in London (we wont debate if Chislehurst is actually London, but its zone 4 so it basically counts OK)
On Sunday I decided I need to give up drinking. Ok not give up, lets not be too drastic. But I have had one too many tragic moments lately that have been involving alcohol, mainly vino. Number one involved tumbling down a full staircase in a club in Bromley, wine in hand and all. That wasn't too bad, I was too drunk to be embarrassed, but the size of the bruise on the top of my leg is outrageous and I kept finding them through out the next few days. It really does look like ive been involved in some sort of domestic violence case.
Number 2 was way more tragic than number one. After indulging on probably one too many free wines and pimms at this fancy free event (obviously I wasn't going to hold back, it was FREE,) I got the tube to Cannon Street and practically vommed everywhere when I got off the tube. If that's not bad enough two random girls, carried my bags, bought me water and rang my flat mate/ life partner Aimee (who I was meeting at the station) all whilst my shoes were covered in sick. I'm going to say this was a very very low point in my 23 years on this earth. Shout out to those 2 girls, because there is no way I would help a sick covered girl. Ok that's really mean, I would but my sick phobia would probably make me useless.
Anyway so it got to Sunday, after drinking Thurs, Fri and Sat, and I thought I really need to sort my shit out. I cant carry on like this, cos 1) I don't have enough money to 2) Ill need a liver transplant by 30 and 3) I can't be a drunken mess my whole life. So Sunday and Monday go really well and I have no alcohol. My nan has stopped offering me when I visit cos she is sure I'm an alcoholic.. But I get home today and Aim has had a stressful day so pours herself some wine and offers me some. I say 'no thanks Aim I'm cutting down' and start eating dinner on the balcony. It took me probably 3.4 seconds to get up pour myself with the excuse, 'Half a glass never hurt anyone.' Maybe I do have a problem...
I'm meant to be going on a date tomorrow night after work, well that's not going to be drink free is it.
On Sunday I decided I need to give up drinking. Ok not give up, lets not be too drastic. But I have had one too many tragic moments lately that have been involving alcohol, mainly vino. Number one involved tumbling down a full staircase in a club in Bromley, wine in hand and all. That wasn't too bad, I was too drunk to be embarrassed, but the size of the bruise on the top of my leg is outrageous and I kept finding them through out the next few days. It really does look like ive been involved in some sort of domestic violence case.
Number 2 was way more tragic than number one. After indulging on probably one too many free wines and pimms at this fancy free event (obviously I wasn't going to hold back, it was FREE,) I got the tube to Cannon Street and practically vommed everywhere when I got off the tube. If that's not bad enough two random girls, carried my bags, bought me water and rang my flat mate/ life partner Aimee (who I was meeting at the station) all whilst my shoes were covered in sick. I'm going to say this was a very very low point in my 23 years on this earth. Shout out to those 2 girls, because there is no way I would help a sick covered girl. Ok that's really mean, I would but my sick phobia would probably make me useless.
Anyway so it got to Sunday, after drinking Thurs, Fri and Sat, and I thought I really need to sort my shit out. I cant carry on like this, cos 1) I don't have enough money to 2) Ill need a liver transplant by 30 and 3) I can't be a drunken mess my whole life. So Sunday and Monday go really well and I have no alcohol. My nan has stopped offering me when I visit cos she is sure I'm an alcoholic.. But I get home today and Aim has had a stressful day so pours herself some wine and offers me some. I say 'no thanks Aim I'm cutting down' and start eating dinner on the balcony. It took me probably 3.4 seconds to get up pour myself with the excuse, 'Half a glass never hurt anyone.' Maybe I do have a problem...
I'm meant to be going on a date tomorrow night after work, well that's not going to be drink free is it.
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