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New Year, Same Old?

awesomeYep, it’s that time of the year again when I take a notepad and scribble down some resolutions.

Looking back at the ones I’ve made over the years, I might as well just chuck my list in the bin; I still haven’t mastered the art of cooking rice and I haven’t learned how to play the guitar. I’m still single, still fat and still trying to work out what I want to do when I grow up.

Despite all this, I’m going to make some resolutions anyway just for the sheer novelty factor:

  • Experiment with wearing black clothes (slimming) and quirky jewellery (interesting).
  • Borrow my friend’s dog – exercise (gah) but a chance of bumping into a nice single man (note to self, must not be carrying a bag of dog poo).
  • Host dinner parties – with only three kitchen chairs. Perhaps supper parties? Or just skip the food and make some killer cocktails instead? Good chance to showcase black tops and big bead-y jewellery?
  • Come up with a book club choice my book club actually enjoys.
  • Be brave enough to take my laptop to the local arts cafe to work on My Novel, even though it’s not a Mac. Could be awkward. Maybe wear a big hat and dark glasses.
  • Give up any hope of becoming a poet.
  • Buy one of those big eye-shadow palettes and learn how to use it.


Maybe I should concentrate on what I’m grateful for, rather than my shortcomings. I may always be fat. And single. And I may never come up with a book-club-pleasing title. I might never get in to black clothes (I have a cat, she has fur).

So what do I have? A huge amount:

  • A brilliant, funny, intrepid Teenager.
  • A weird, funny cat.
  • A healthy appetite for life and all it has to offer.
  • A fantastic support network – thank you a million times.

As we put the horrendous year that has been 2016 behind us, I’m looking forward, not back.

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I Resolve To Be Totes Amazeballs

fireworksA very Happy New Year to everyone!

At the stroke of midnight on the 31st, I threw off the debris of a long year and became instantly regenerated. A bit like Doctor Who.

It’s exhilarating to wipe the slate clean and imagine how much better this year will be. This euphoria generally lasts until the 3rd or 4th of January when we realise we’re still the same old person. Sigh.

Anyway, this year I resolve to be totes amazeballs, at least until the end of the month. My resolutions are:

  • Stop using youth slang. Oops.
  • Embrace every challenge rather than hiding under my duvet.
  • Master the art of cooking rice (yup, this was on my list last year too).
  • Learn to play the saxaphone.
  • Work out what I want to be when I grow up.

I got the chance to try out two of these when my oven died a slow death. With an Ocado delivery packed with oven-cook food on its way and The Teenager due back on Saturday, it was a mini crisis. But I remained calm and avoided the duvet temptation. To cut a very long story short (tears and foot stamping), it will be fixed today and I can now cook rice as the hob works fine.

Life is slowly getting back to normal after the bright lights of Christmas. School starts back on Monday, the washing machine will once more be pushed into full service and I will bear witness to every high and low of The Teenager’s football team. I know far more about the Premier League than I ought to.

So here’s to 2014 and all that it will fling at us. This will be the first year in a long while I am not a) waiting for an MS diagnosis b) being bullied at work c) being sacked for having MS d) coming to terms with an MS diagnosis. Totes fab…

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Happy New Year!

At last, we’ve made it. We weren’t wiped out in a Mayan apocalypse and we survived the forced jollity of New Years Eve. The discarded party hats, party poppers and champagne corks will soon be swept up and a new year begins. So what are my resolutions for 2013?

Normally, I’m the same as everyone else – lose weight, eat more healthily, take up exercise, yada yada yada. By the 10th of January, I’m back on the sofa, cramming popcorn in my mouth  and channel surfing.

My brand new shiny trainers remain brand new and shiny and I refuse to take part in the ritual humiliation of the weigh-in at Slimming World. The last time I joined that club, I celebrated losing a pound by popping into the pub with friends on the way home for a white wine spritzer and a bag of crisps.

This year will be different. I am going to set reasonable, achievable goals:

  • Try something new every day – even if it is just buying a different newspaper or changing my coffee order. I need to shake up my routine a little, so small steps.
  • Take up 10 minutes of exercise a day – a quick walk round the block rather than an intensive, army-like regime which I would give up within two days.
  • Start our MS book club – Reading Between the Wines.
  • Finish my degree course, with honours. I’ve come this far, I won’t give up now.
  • Keep blogging every day apart from Silent Sundays – it keeps me sane…
Will I stick to them? I really, really hope so. For the last year or so, my life has been dominated by events out of my control, but hopefully with the Alemtuzumab treatment and a fantastic MS team at hospital, the MS monster is being tamed.
So, Happy New Year everyone. I love reading your feedback and comments and they all make blogging so much more worthwhile. Let’s start the year as we mean to go on!


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