I've been such a good blogger have I not? The last time I posted a blog was 193 days ago, or so my blog settings tell me. I feel quite reprimanded by that.

I could say that life has been too busy for me to post, but it hasn't. I have merely been too lazy to even think about posting a blog. Well, actually that isn't true. There has been many a time I have signed online and begin to write a blog to then become rather bored and think "I don't actually have anything worth writing so why bother?" I then shut down the page and go and do something else instead, such as read the same book I have read many times before or talk to friends about mundane stuff such as "What did you have for dinner" on MSN.

I will be better. Or at least I'll try.

I have just glanced over my 22 old posts and laughed out loud -which startled my dog; not because I don't laugh and this scared him, it was because he was too busy nibbling my bed cover, a strange habit he now does, but it's better than him nibbling his legs, which makes me feel like I have an "Emo-dog" as it were, and unable to cut himself he nibbles his legs- I laughed outloud by reading my previous statements that I was going to become healthy. It never quite worked though.

I tried but failed miserably.

I am now about to try again and this time doing the "slowly-but-surely" way. I have already started to jog for about 10 mintues when walking the dog. It may not be much but it's as much as my willpower and very unhealthy body can stand at the moment. It shall lead to bigger things. Onwards and upwards etc.

I am also recruiting my boyfriend Adam to become my personal fitness instructor, as even though he isn't as fit as he was before he met me (I am an amazingly bad influence,) he can still run on a treadmill for 30 mintues before stopping. This amazes me greatly and I worship his godlike fitness or at least it seems like it's godlike to me due to neither having the willpower or fitness to strive towards such goals.

Yet I did buy the fitness kit; in fact the blue ball is often a source of much amusement with Adam picking it up and throwing it at my stomach when I go to stand up off the bed, and thus pushing me back down again. This sounds like he is abusive but it is actualy quite funny, yet obviously after the 8th time in a row I tell him smilingly yet through gritted teeth to "please stop that", he knows the warning signs and smilingly but repentantly stops and is very pleasant towards me!

Anyway I shall have to update you on my life at another point as I am started to get a headache and should go and drink copious ammounts of water that shall have me running to and from the toilet all day as I obviously have the bladder the size of a pea.

cheerio!