This is actually my second attempt at a blog. The previous endeavour had good intentions but an undisciplined disposition. Here's to hoping this time will be different. I do feel different this time actually. I've since move back home (from my hide-away-home of Sydney), traveled overseas, had a hernia repair surgery, begun a new job, recommenced my bachelor degree at Melbourne, and (inhale), feel much more content as a person. More on that later.
What instigated this need to (re)join the wonderful world of people who feel the need to write down their ingenious inner-thought processes? Primarily it was my pledge to embark on 'A Mont Without Junk;' basically a entire month (beginning Thursday, 19th May), without chips, chocolate, ice-cream and I'm still debating about whether marshmallows and jelly snakes count as junk, or essential emergency sugar come-to-the-rescue snacks. My weight and my appearance have plagued me for as long as I can remember. Actually, that's not true. I can remember a time when I was a happy little girl, playing in the garden without a care in the world. I have wonderful parents. I had a fairytale upbringing, despite it being quite strict and sheltered (translation: Harry Potter, The Simpsons and The Spice Girls concert were all out), however, somewhere along the conversion from girl to woman, the message that it was unacceptable to be the person I was turned into an eating disorder that has lingered. It sounds like a complete sob story and quite pathetic really, but it's mine and I don't apologise for it.
Other reasons to perhaps justify my return visit to the blogosphere is the fact that I want to do things. Exciting things. Like go ice-skating, horse-riding, pole-dancing and just thoroughly enjoy my life without finding my sole happiness in a creamy piece of Cadbury DairyMilk Chocolate. I want to be the best version of myself (fare the well The Oprah Winfrey Show). I want to stop feeling guilty that I've blown my calorie intake for the day, and dread the tempestuous bloat anticipated the next day. I want to feel beautiful on the inside and out. And to do that, I feel I need to eradicate my dependency on fatty, creamy foods.
So that's the story. Day one and day two have been full of continuous reminders of why I am embarking on this journey, as well as the impending need to actually commence the prose of my promise.
So here it is, here I am, and here's to the next month.
Lovely.
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