I turned 30 there a few months ago (indicates vaguely over the right shoulder, still refusing to admit exactly just how 30 I am) and I had high hopes that a new decade of logic, rational behaviour and minimal self-sabotage was dawning.
So far this has not been the case.
Here’re 10 total LIES I told myself about turning 30…
No more carbs
I’m getting rid of my credit card.
I gonna start get up at 6 am and go running before work.
I getting rid of all my old underwear and replacing it with only black, white and flesh coloured grown up knickers and bras.
I’m only going out on weekends.
I’m going to learn Spanish. And knitting.
I going to start meditating every day.
I’m never watching the Kardashians again. Or Gilmore Girls. Or Celebrity Strictly Come Dine on My Super Nanny. They are a waste of time.
I’m opening a savings account and, you know, SAVE.
I’m going to be a proper person. Starting ….. NOW.
As yet NONE of these have happened.
