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
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I'm getting rid of my credit card.
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I gonna start get up at 6 am and go running before work.
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I getting rid of all my old underwear and replacing it with only black, white and flesh coloured grown up knickers and bras.
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I'm only going out on weekends.
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I'm going to learn Spanish. And knitting.
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I going to start meditating every day.
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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.
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I'm opening a savings account and, you know, SAVE.
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I'm going to be a proper person. Starting ..... NOW.
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As yet NONE of these have happened.
