Resolutions are like promises.

A blink of an eye and it's halfway through the year already. The question on the tip of every 25 year old is... so what have I accomplished in life? Before I do a headdive into emoland... I do remind myself that I am still young and healthy. My ovaries are probably producing less eggs and slowly decreasing but hey... that shouldn't matter until I hit 30. I believe... I'm doing quite well. On the jobfront, I'm still being paid shitballs for doing more work than farmer during fertile-picking-season. So I guess that means I either need to pick up my game and apply for better positions or lower my career aspirations and live happily ever after - filing away employee paperwork. 

Glass is half empty, much?

Until then, what's most important in my life right now? My body. I was re-reading posts that I used to write and I was so diligent with noting down what I ate and/or binged. Lately, it seems my hands move at lightspeed and i end up forgetting what exactly it was that I just swallowed. Either it was:

a) Way too tasty to slow down 

or

b) Due to my intense hunger to slow down (I fear "b" could possibly be connected to "a")

Vicious Circle.

My last post was one of my "resolution" posts. You know, the whole "Okay I promise I'm going to start blogging more often and I'm going to update everything that's happening!"

Well, I did tell you that I started the Dukan... and if you read further down the page, you'll find... nothing else. Resolutions are resolutions - meant to be made and meant to be broken. Much like promises. 

Well a few good long months down the track of life, I still am battling the Dukan though Mr Dukan would probably spit on me if he knew how I'd ruined his diet. I'm trying hard to eat protein only but my body leans towards all the good food - all that food that you are suppose to eat before you die. I caved again today by indulging in an apple. Although it may not sound devlish to feast upon an mere apple, but in the eyes of Dukan... any fruit in the attack phrase is FAIL. FAIL FAIL FAIL. 

It's 11:30pm now and I'm FAILING again on another resolution of mine - to sleep early. Which inevitably will effect my chances of success in my "do well at work" resolution. Before you know it, my "be successful in life" resolution will be gone.