This has
been on repeat since I heard it a few months ago thanks to the wonders of Radio
1...
Solange 'Losing You'
She's Beyonce's little sister and she had a lot to live up to, considering B is
my absolute idol, (she has everything, the voice, the body, the
personality...clearly not jealous at all). But Solange has done it, this song
is on repeat and is so beautiful and original. The words are something I can
really relate to, perhaps that's why I’ve fallen so deeply in love with this
song...
'Tell me the truth boy, am I losing you for good
We use to kiss all night but now it’s just no use
I don’t know why I fight it, clearly we are through'
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hy9W_mrY_Vk
This has taught me a lot.
You should also learn a thing or two from it.
Simply as
the title states, this is my bucket list and I will achieve everything on it.
I'm a determined little soul...
(Those in bold are already completed)
Visit: Australia,
New Zealand, New York,
L.A, Japan, Thailand, Brazil, Italy, Barbados, Dubai, Dominican Republic,
Iceland, Vegas, Paris...plus many
more.
Swim with sharks
Swim with dolphins
Do a skydive
Do a bungee jump
Complete the London marathon
See the Northern lights
Get a degree
Go whale watching
Watch the Lion King in London
Go to the top of the
Empire State Building
Go to the top of the Eiffel
tower
Fall in love
Learn how to cook
Kiss someone under the mistletoe
Watch the sunrise and set on the same day
Climb Kilimanjaro
Learn to drive
Buy my own car
Learn a foreign language: French or Spanish
Go parasailing
Learn to play the piano
Donate
Blood
Donate
bone marrow
Become an organ donor
Go scuba diving
Go in a hot air balloon
Find
a four leaf clover
Go to London for New Year’s
Stay in an ice hotel
Put a padlock on the bridge in Paris
Be happy. Forever.
I go to the gym a lot. No I’m not that skinny bitch everyone hates, I'm the
one sweating away bright red face and breathing as if I’m having a heart
attack. But I go a lot, so in the future I’ll look like that skinny bitch and
won't be such a mess at the gym. I love the gym, it's somewhere to escape to,
to think, to relax. Yes the gym is relaxing. I've been going to the gym for
about a year now, usually 5 days a week. I'm not where I want to be, but I’m
making progress and at least I’m doing something, not just complaining that I
want to look a certain way but just sitting on the sofa eating a burger.
Since I go to the gym a lot I see a lot of people there. I've realised there
are 5 types of gym goers:
THE EXTREMES: these people are the ones everyone is aspiring to be, males will
have amazing arms and abs that you only thought was possible by airbrushing.
The females of this group tend to have abs of steel and never seem to have a
bit of sweat on them.
THE POSERS: closely linked to the extremes as they tend to have good bodies.
However I rarely see them doing anything but looking in the mirrors or sorting
their hair out. The males tend to spend 1 minute lifting weights and then 10
minutes looking at themselves in the mirror, sometimes adding a little stretch
or a reveal of the stomach. The females of this group tend to be complete
'girls', usually in a group of 2 or more, they believe the gym is a catwalk and
only wear the best designer fashioned gym clothes, yet do little in it. They
come with a face full of makeup and sit on the bike on level one gossiping.
THE GET ME FIT: Most people fit into this type, probably myself included, this
is the average gym goer, actually works hard at the gym, sweat dripping off the
face and heavy breathing, but completely committed to getting fit and trying
hard. These are the people I respect the most at the gym and would never judge.
THE LAZY ONE: This is aimed at one older lady in particular; however I’m sure there’s
a lot like her. She is paying a membership, buys a new gym kit, arrives at the
gym, and believes she is doing something good for an hour, however she sits on
the bike (not moving her legs) and watches one of the large TVs for a good
hour. Just because you are at the gym it doesn’t mean you don’t have to do
anything. Sometimes I wish I could shake her and tell her to just do a little
something each time, it really frustrates me.
THE UNACCEPABLE GYM GOER: this is particularly aimed at those who wear unusual
or unacceptable clothes to the gym. I normally tweet a remark of these people
with the hash tag #gymfashion I in no way believe the gym is a fashion parade.
But a jumper and collared shirt is not suitable. I've also seen a man in jeans,
another in a plaid shirt (twice) and another in a shirt that he'd clearly left
work in. I think it's important to wear sensible clothing for the gym, it doesn’t
have to be the latest Nike (I may add here that I am a walking advert for Nike,
the dri-fit clothing is amazing), but trainers and shorts will do. Another
unacceptable gym goer is the over sweaty and smelly man that decided to get on
the machine next to me the other day. I'm all up for a bit of sweat (as long as
you wipe the machine down afterwards), sweat shows you've worked hard. But this
man was far too over the line, I could taste it. Gagging and running is not a
good look.
I love the gym. I love that people use gyms to get fit and healthy. But I think
a few people need to learn that it's not a catwalk, a TV viewing room or a
mirrored wall for your vain appearance.
I can no way get off lightly; I’m so clumsy in life that this habit often joins
me at the gym, with me dropping my iPhone at least once on every gym occasion.
I have my music on so loud that everyone near me can hear it. I know every word
to every song on my gym playlist and therefore believe it is acceptable to sing
or mime along with the song. I realise it is not acceptable. I also often tweet
at the gym, this is annoying, and it looks like I’m not working hard enough. But
I just can’t resist tweeting about the latest #gymfashion I’ve seen.
The gym is a place for a vast amount of people; they are all there for a
reason. Some just work harder at achieving their goals...others prefer to watch
sky sports news or themselves in a mirror, in their jeans and plaid shirt. #gym
I wish for quite a lot of things. Things for myself, like money, clothes and
shoes mostly. Selfish, I know. However lately I've been wishing for other
things, like that I could stop worrying about everyone else and hoping my phone
would buzz with that text I desperately want or I could escape from here for a
while. Mainly I've been wishing for a well-paid full time job, so I can stop
selfishly wishing for the materialistic items. I know a lot of people wish,
some people call it praying, others call it hoping. It's nice to have a little
faith that one day the world will give you a favour. But as much as I wish for
these things and no matter how desperately I want anything in my life, it's
pretty useless if I’m not willing to put in a bit of hard labour and do
something about it. Wishing, wanting and doing are completely different
actions. And let's be honest, actions are what make the world go round. So I’ve
now decided whilst it's nice to dream of those perfect shoes in my size or that
dress that would look amazing for that night out, it's hopeless if I’m not
willing to do something about it. I've learnt this by going to the gym. I wish
I could have the body of a supermodel, but I know I can wish all I want and eat
a burger and it's not going to happen. I know I have to eat healthy and hit the
gym and sweat like crazy and hurt like hell to get where I want to be. So it's
about time I put that into practice in all other aspects of my life. First
thing to act upon is to get a job. LET'S GET TO IT.
OK, so I’ve not been on here for quite some time now. I kept thinking of
things I’d like to post, but never got round to it. This makes me sound like I’ve
been super busy, non-stop, without a moment to spare to blog about something
interesting. Well, the truth is, I’ve not been busy, I’ve been damn lazy. Over
the past month I’ve had a lot of time to think, a lot of my life has changed
and now my life is into its next chapter, and it seems this chapter is titled
'overthink everything in your life and have no fun'. I graduated, with the
actual hat and robe (my mum keeps reminding me it's called a 'cap' and gown),
that was actually an incredible day, my mum and dad were there and seemed proud
and my size 8 dress fitted so I was proud too. Although I graduated with a
lower level than I would of liked, so a huge disappointed is constantly on my
mind. I have also had my hours at work cut, due to getting a lovely new manager
we are now overstaffed. So my life consists of barely 12 hours at work a week.
Therefore I’m lacking huge amounts of money to do anything and have become a
bit of a social recluse. Although some friends are willing just to pop round
for a cuppa tea or a drink in the garden, so I still am being a tiny bit
social, but constantly saying no to nights out or shopping trips is making my
life a less lot fun. The whole overthinking thing has come about from realising
I’m growing up, people are moving on and life changes, sometimes without me
even realising. It just happened, out of nowhere and then was thrown in my face
like a kick in the teeth. I like to think I’m a nice girl; I'd do anything for
my friends, from being a taxi at 3am after they've had a heavy night out or
being a shoulder to cry on if they aren’t feeling their best. My friends mean
the world to me. As long as they are happy, I’m happy. But, I am seriously
contemplating having the word MUG tattooed across my forehead. Lately I feel
like I have been taken for granted and sometimes I’m a friend, sometimes more
than a friend and sometimes I’m a complete stranger. This has caused me to
overthink EVERYTHING, a simple text to a face to face (extremely awkward and
stomach turning) conversation. Or in most cases the complete lack of
communication. The worst part is that they seem completely oblivious to the
hurt this situation has created. The old saying nice guys finish last may be
completely true, but in my case it seems, nice girls never even get a chance to
be in the race...
Life has all of a sudden got hard.
I love swimming, since I learnt to swim aged 9 (?) I cannot get enough of
it. I joined a gym a year ago and spent most of my time in the pool over the
summer. Then it got cold and started snowing and getting into a cold pool
somehow lost its appeal. Ok, swimming is basically having a bath with a group
of strangers in barely any clothes hiding your dignity, but I always manage to
put that to the back of my mind and the half an hour shower afterwards also
helps scrub away that feeling of old hairy men sharing 'my' pool. Swimming is
so relaxing, I can think about everything and anything and I can push myself to
work harder, I always count the amount of lengths I do, and this always has to
be a multiple of 10 (it's just one of those annoying OCD habits everyone has).
With the sun shining this week and a sudden hit of fitness motivation I got the
bikini out and headed to the gym pool, but I noticed some changes that must be
made.
All pools have rules, the standard no running, no diving and children must be
with an adult. However I have come up with some new rules that should be
applied:
1) Girls it's ok to get your hair wet & there's more to swimming
than just breast stroke.
Every female I saw in the pool seemed to be afraid to get their hair wet; I'm
guessing this is why they choose to swim only at a very slow speed of breast
stroke. I realise chlorine is not so great for the hair, but why go swimming if
you are afraid to get your hair wet?!
2) Public displays of affection in the pool are never ever acceptable.
I saw a couple obviously madly in love (that's great), but please I do not
want to see these displays of love, especially in a public pool.
3) It is not ok for an unattractive male to try and start a
conversation in the public showers.
Or anyone to start a conversation in the showers for that matter. It's embarrassing
enough that I'm stood in not much more than underwear so trying to start a
conversation or small talk is way over the line and makes an uncomfortable
situation a lot worse.
4) Don't kick so much, it splashes people in the face.
I love the enthusiasm. But please I would prefer the water to stay in the
pool and not in my face.
5) Know your speed; most of you in the medium lane should be in the
slow lane.
I'm in no way an Olympic swimmer, but I feel thee medium speed lane is
suitable for my ability and stamina of swimming. However I feel others should reassess
their lane choice, if people are trying to overtake you constantly; you are too
slow for the medium lane.
6) Standing at the end of the pool for 30 minutes talking to a friend
does not count as swimming.
I love to chat to my friends, but there's a time and a place. Do not stand
at the edge of the pool, blocking the steps and walls in order to talk to your
friends. You should sit in the coffee shop or maybe the sauna or steam room if
you want to say 'I've been to the gym'. Talking is not a work out, if you are
at the gym, do some work.
7) Don't try to race me, I'll win.
One middle aged man made eye contact with me and then shot off to race me.
This was a silly idea on his behalf, I won. However I like to be on my own when
I swim, my only competition is myself.
8) Invest in sensible swimwear.
This is aimed at myself as well as all those middle aged, out of shape,
hairy men sporting Speedos. It had been a while since I'd last got into a pool
and I hadn't realised my bikini may be slightly too big, until it was too late
and I had a few wardrobe malfunctions and a lot of readjusting under the water.
Time to go shopping...
