What IS this magical thing that has pranced MERRILY around me like a gay fairy all my life? Well, I'm glad you ask because I'm sure you can all relate. It's lack of motivation. Like the majority of my life at times, this blog as sadly fallen by the waist side and my motivation to post anything has disappeared - a lot like the 'visitor' biscuits I keep in the pantry. I call them 'visitor biscuits' because they only come out when we have visitors and also because I don't particularly like them myself. Strawberry tarts they're called and I can take 'em or leave 'em. However, since I started depriving myself of all the foods that make life worth living my change in lifestyle, I've been eyeing those damn tarts like they're liquid gold and I've slowly started to become a crazy person. Ya know, talking to myself in an attempt to talk myself OUT of eating them, then talking to the tarts in an attempt to talk them out of looking so tasty...lucky for me I have parents and in-laws who LOVE a good cup of tea and a bikkie...or 10.
So in short, my blog has been update-less, my pantry biscuit-less and me motivation-less. And also a lil' bit crazy. I mean, seriously. I've been talking to tarts and wandering around the house aimlessly trying to avoid them. It's just all so deliciously tragic.
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| These look FAR more appetizing than the el'cheapo brand I buy. Makes me cry a little on the inside... |
And while I have been lacking the enthusiasm for blogging, I have actually gained an interest in other people's blogs. I feel like my eyes have been opened to a whole new world, full of fantastical and wonderful possibilities...oh how I have rejoiced in the witty banter between bloggers, indulged in the variety of tzatziki sauce recipes, gazed in awe at the dramatic and striking layouts...cursed at the hundreds of followers on OTHER PEOPLE'S blogs, got SICK of seeing before and after pics of girls who have lost weight and ENJOYED THE PROCESS, muttered obscenities at the thought of people making MONEY from their blogging, and told myself that it's only a matter of time before Meryl Streep and Amy Adams approach ME for the rights to turn MY blog into a movie. Of course I think I may have to politely decline Amy, seeing as I am more physically like Cameron Diaz, and Cameron MAY have to beef up just a little, but hey, if Renee could do it twice for Bridget Jones, then I don't think it's too much to ask of Cammie (because that's what I'm going to call her once she's met me - she's gonna love me and we will be BFF's 4EVA).
Yes, I am seriously suffering from an acute case of what I like to call Blog Envy and once I came to this realisation, there was really only one thing to do. Take a deep breath, and...
...run STRAIGHT to the pantry to open the biscuit container, except that there are NO BLOODY BISCUITS LEFT!!! A PLAGUE TO THE PEOPLE AT BAKERIES EVERYWHERE!!! Never before have a hated my empty Tupperware so much (and I LOVE my Tupperware because, really, who doesn't apart from people not worthy knowing and possibly men?)
So instead, I've decided to deal with my envy in a different way. No more biscuits or chocolate, no. That's the thinking of a slightly-chubby chick with two types of diabetes! This time, I'm being health-conscious and I will deal with this in a healthy way...I will keep it all inside and stew slowly until I can't keep it inside any more and so will take it out on the loved-ones closest to me. Yep, I am a changed woman!
On an unrelated topic...I really must organise another Tupperware party. My biscuit container mysteriously found itself on the floor after being thrown at the wall and the crack down the side means I can't use it for my secret biscuit stash muesli.
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