Thursday, May 10, 2007

Day 17


Well children we have come to the end of our journey.

Unfortunately I am stopping the experiment early, I'm loosing too much weight and it's not good for me.

Well, I suppose this is the part of the blog
Where I say what I have learnt
(god I hate cheesy endings)

Ok so after all of this I guess I am going to have to hold my hands up... some aspects of this have really worked for me.

Smoking:

The not smoking is an obvious good point, those nasty cigarettes will still call to me on a drunken Saturday night, but I think I can resist temptation.

five a day:

I am so sick and tired of fruit, if I never see another piece of fruit again ill be a happy woman.
I don’t think that 5 pieces of fruit and veg is attainable at all.
If you cant make the lazy people of the world healthier, then your never going to get us all healthy.

eight hours of sleep:

The hours of sleep were insane, it just made me tired. To be honest I don’t think anyone could abide by this rule. Back to the drawing board with this one Tony.

Eight pints of water:

Water, ahh eight pints of water a day, surprisingly... attainable!
I quite agree that this is one good idea; Girls it makes you skin beautiful, you feel more energetic and it completely detoxifies your body.

Two units of alcohol:

The hardest and most painful part was the alcohol; I have struggled with this part of the experiment many times! But no scary drunken posts to read, so I must have done quiet well?
I think this is an extremely un attainable request, but a fair one to make.

Well Mr Blair if you’re reading (which I bet your not) I must say you’re not as bad as they make out.

I think I have learnt a lot about myself, and a lot about how far I can be pushed. I hope I have inspired some of you to try this experiment, and all of you to cut down on drinking and smoking.Lots of Government policies are flawed, and i think they have a lot to learn about the general public before they get this healthy living right.

As I say goodbye to all of you, we must also say good bye to Tony. He never controlled us, he tried, but failed miserably.

Mr Brown, take good care of us!

I end our journey together with a little quote to encapsulate this experiment.

' Life’s a bitch and then you die... so fuck the world and lets get high.'



Monday, May 7, 2007

Day 16


Well I'm back already.

Tonight was a complete bust, I was really excited till I got into the union and it hit me.

I don’t want to drink.

I am officially a rubbish student, but this healthy living thing is rubbing off on me more than I realised.

I thought about the consequences of drinking, I didn’t want to do that to myself.

I felt hollow; I don't get the rush I used to get from drinking. Its sounds corny but I feel complete; I don't need drink to feel whole.

I have got to say, I know I'm young, and there will be many drunken regrets to come, but I feel I have learnt a lot from this experiment more than I thought I would.

As much as I have whined about doing this I really feel I'm learning more about myself than about government failures.

Mr Blair. Well done.

Day 15


Once more into the breach my friends.

Yes that’s right I am trying the union again tonight, I think I should be more prepared, I found some really interesting ways to stop the amount you drink.

Guess where.... an alcohol abstinence website see my test results its
shocking.

So apparently I should have smaller measures, keep putting my drink down and have a hearty meal before I start guzzling the vino!

Lets hope I can remember all this when I (accidentally) get shit faced tonight!

Come on a girls just gotta have fun! .... At least once a month.

Sunday, May 6, 2007

Day 14


Its my bed time... but I cant sleep again.

I feel about five years old again, when my mum used to send me to bed when it was still light.

I'm feeling really frustrated, figity. It also feels naughty!

I'm not tired, yet not quite awake.

Sleep doesn't come naturally anymore, I feel as if I'm forcing sleep (I swear its giving me premature wrinkles).

Right a new method is needed to ease my pain... hot semi skimmed milk me thinks.

How exciting.

Day 13


Good morning world.... or not.

I thought I'de try a new way to show you the real extent of day-to-day life on the plan.

So it’s 9.30 and officially disgusting o'clock for me.

Every morning is the same at the movement, get up and feel like shit.

For a few days I’ve felt like this, really heady and hung over.

I went to the loo a minute ago (ok too far but I have a point) and literally swayed to the door.

I feel like Tom after jerry hits him with that oversized ACME hammer, I wish I could see the little tweetie birds round my head, I feel like I should be able to.

I thought I’d turn into one of those people who jump out of bed with a smile and a bounce their step.

I think I’m getting too much sleep, I’m used to cramming till five in the morning and partying till dawn.

Right I have to go and pretend to be a real person now. Wish me luck