Resolutions?

How did we suddenly come to be in November? This year has flown. Infact my life appears to have flown. I'm 33 in a few weeks. How the hell did that come round so quickly? It's very scary. I've been thinking about new year's resolutions already. So many things I need to do but the main one is to shift the flab that I have been quietly accumulating over the last 33 years. It makes me feel bad about myself. Constantly. And yet I'm the only person who can do anything about it. I seem to have lost any kind of self discipline I had in my twenties. Of course there's the minor fact that I work 12 hours a day but I should take more care of myself. I look at the crows feet by my eyes and wonder why I'm not spending a fortune on moisturiser and wrinkle remover. Perhaps it will all catch up with me horribly in one go and one morning I'll get out of bed looking like Worzel Gummidge. My hair's already there..

I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with Botox and plastic surgery. I'm thoroughly convinced that plastic surgery should be used how it used to be - for people with a genuine need. Not so that people can get a quick path to the body beautiful. I'm hoping that in 2006 I'll get rid of a couple of stones of excess weight but it'll be hard graft - blood, sweat and tears - all my own. It's a daunting prospect and I have a lot of things ahead of me next year - moving house, job - my life essentially. But I have to do it. Surgery free. It's a worry to me how I'm going to achieve it but without question it's the one thing that drags me down when everything else is going well. After many years of not liking myself, I've finally become the person I used to be and like. I don't have a problem with the contents, it's just the packaging.