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I quite often feel like my life is an extended version of thirteen going on thirty and any day now someone is going to stop me and tell me I don't have to pretend any more, I can go back to being a teenager. It feels as though I'm faking adulthood and in reality I have no idea what I'm doing or how I got here. I think if you still find yourself almost have to climb inside your duvet cover to successfully change the sheets then you might be faking it too. Or is that just me? have I just admitted something that makes me look very silly indeed? at this point in my blog there seems to be little point in caring, it doesn't do much to paint me in positive light. Now I don't know how you're supposed to feel at 31, to be fair to myself it's my first time being in my thirties but I suppose back when I thought this was ancient I thought my life would be about more than trying to look busy so nobody cops that I'm totally lost here. Perhaps with all my changes o...

Don't workout in Jeans sounds like the kind of advice you probably don't need to give most people but Sometimes when you pack in a hurry you might actually forget to bring tracksuit pants to Clonmel with  you and in this hypothetical situation you might also have a sister who does not see that as a valid reason to miss a workout. Luckily for me only my family witnessed this because working out in very tight jeans can not be done gracefully (the kind of tight you have to do a special dance in to get them up). It was more than a little uncomfortable but I just got on with it ( after much griping and moaning ) But at least now I know the next time I get that nagging feeling I've forgotten something important just as I'm leaving the apartment it might be worth double checking. If you have a terrible sense of direction then shortcuts are best avoided. I don't have the best sense of direction and I'm also somewhat impatient/ lazy (bit of both maybe) so at this poi...

I was looking in my cupboards the other day and just felt depressed by the contents. Given that I had only gone food shopping the day before that was not a good sign. There was no chocolate, no biscuits, no crisps , no treats of any kind and I was hungry but also I felt a little sad because a handful of almonds and some oat cakes really wasn't going to do the trick. A lot of it is the elimination diet I'm on. Which quite frankly is a bitch. It's not fun at all, and to be fair If this was a weight loss attempt, I'd have probably given up already and be mouth deep in chocolate as we speak. fortunately for me and my poor self control it's far more complicated Than that. I'm hoping that I can find a diet I can live with that doesn't bring on IBS attacks and it seems the only way to do that is to cut out all the banned foods ( damned short Chain carbohydrates) for two whole months and then gradually reintroduce them until I know for sure who the troublemak...

It is said that money doesn't buy you happiness but its more comfortable to cry in the back of a rolls royce than a bicycle. Now at this point in my life I have cried on neither so I cannot vouch for the validity of that statement. I can tell you however that I choose to believe happiness is not to be bought largely because I'm pretty sure I couldn't afford it as a commodity and would be forced to do without. My view on happiness is it can be found in tiny corners of life if only you are ready to look for it. It is lurking in the middle of a really good book, one so good it you finish it feeling strangely uplifted and it isn't until much later you realize that's what has made you feel so happy. It's in a giant bowl of raspberries om nom nom nom. Mind you they are a little on the pricey side so perhaps its better to say happiness is in a giant bowl of raspberries that someone else has paid for. But they are so good I could eat them forever and best of all t...

When I was a child my friends were all at home watching 'It' and other adult horror movies set to give them a life long fear of clowns but I wasn't allowed. My parents were pretty steadfast in enforcing this rule but did allow us to watch some other slightly questionable movies we weren't quite ready for like tootsie or cheech and chong ( Which we didn't really get at all) or Alfred Hitchcock's 'the birds. If you don't know it, it's about a small town that gets attacked by birds and while it is fairly tame by current horror movie standards, back then it made an impact. I have actually read that Hitchcock virtually tortured the actress Tippi Hendren, who played the lead role, to make her fear more believable. Now if you have never watched the movie then I am afraid it is too late for you. If you were to watch it now your mind would be tainted with comparisons of all the movies that have been made since then with superior special effects and you wo...

I'm going to share a secret with you and I'm pretty sure I'm breaking some sort of girl code by doing this but what the hell I'm feeling pretty reckless tonight. There is this unspoken rule among women about how we don't discuss the crazy that women try so hard to keep all bottled up until they are sure the guy they are with isn't going to run far far away but here I am all ready to divulge, well perhaps not everything but certainly some of it. Ever since I got a mobile phone I have been ruled by those minutes or hours or sometimes days after you have sent a guy a text message and you wait, not at all patiently, wondering if your message (which took hours to write but you settled on hey, how are you) sounded too desperate, too keen and you try not to shout at random strangers, arggh why isn't he texting me back. The depressing fact is despite reaching my thirties without too much drama I'm still suffering my way through this like some sort of hormona...

When Exactly did we reach a point where it was deemed acceptable to step outside your house in pyjamas and am I the only one who sees this as the decline of our society. I can't imagine a scenario where I'd ever think that was okay but then again I'd be embarrassed to be seen in town in a tracksuit unless I was going directly to or from the gym. It's possible that this might just make me a bit of a snob and if that's the case I'm willing to own it and continue to advocate that pyjamas are indoor clothes and tracksuits are work out weeks only. Now I'm not saying people have to agree with me because its just an opinion and despite there being a pretty strong need for them in some parts of Ireland, the fashion police are not real. I was in penneys one sunday, a few weeks back and while I was queuing to pay two scummy looking teenage girls were having a huge argument in these baggy shapeless tracksuits and while shamelessly eavesdropping the best part of ...