Last week was the celebration of my 33rd year on this planet we call Earth, and what may you ask have I accomplished over those years?
Feeling not so like Taylor Swift at 33.
Well apart from mentally being scared at school and living in a constant daydream, I have done many things I am extremely proud of and maybe not so.
Life as always is a constant rollercoaster of highs, lows and straight lines. Though the past year I have made significant changes to my ride, with going back to school to retake my GCSE English. That alone meant opening and facing some serious demons and reminders I would like to forget. Though I made it through with an astounding A grade. (I still can’t quite get to grips with that!) I of course have always wanted to write and, I know people will scrutinise this and be like “How did she get an A in English, her writing is appalling.” Well #HatersGonnaHate at the end of the day and I am at the latter part of the Millennial clan, hashtags all the way.
Talking about Millennials one of our main characters we all looked up to was Bridget Jones. I could really relate to the character when I was a 16-year-old chubby teenager who really didn’t feel like I fitted in anywhere. (Unlike now, you guys have so many positive role models.) Bridget gave me light and hope. I can still remember crying in the cinema when Daniel Cleaver’s skinny American girlfriend said these haunting lines “I thought you said she was thin.”. I wanted to punch through the screen, though the difference was Bridget still weighed less than me. I really thought that was how my life would turn out to be. Though of course it was far from the truth.
At 33 years old, I may weigh around 12 st 4 pounds and only be 5ft 4 inches, I can confirm I do not smoke and I am not a spinster. I am married to the most amazing man in the whole world. Though like Bridget my weight plays on my mind, and that is one thing we both have in common. The scales are my enemy and food my false friend.
So as my 33rd year begins I have taken on the challenge like every year, I will lose those pesky pounds, but the truth is, as much as I get disheartened that I can’t fit into a size 16 Topshop, I bloody love my curves. Yes, I would want them to be tighter, but you know what… my idol is Ashley Graham. She is a size 20 and is breathtakingly stunning. She has cellulite and has a belly, but oh my she carries it off with style. So I am not going for the size 8, I just want to get out of that overweight category and embrace myself, because I’m #Fabulous (Yes another hashtag #SorryNotSorry)
So here it is, I am going to give this my best shot. I can confirm to you…
- I will be hangry
- Hate the gym
- Try to deal with my stupid underactive thyroid making my metabolism slower than a sloth crossing the road in Costa Rica.
- Start another personal training session. (You can’t break me!)
- Try some crazy diets, and keep you all informed of my hate for them.
- Try to not bombard you with terrible before and after pictures, maybe of me attacking a Nando’s wing roulette challenge.
- But most of all, I will be a normal woman in her 30s, I don’t have a sponsor wanting me to make some bloody DVD, so I will show you like it is… HELL.
So I look forward to keeping you entertained over the next few months of my struggle. Just remember guys we are all in this together.
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Really enjoyed this!