Thursday, 13 August 2015
Five Things About Me
This is a photo taken yesterday at the surprise Birthday Luncheon my friends from church gave me. I have always hated having my photograph taken. Even when I was thin and pretty and young . . . I did not like it. I don't think I have ever liked the way I look. Not since I was very young at any rate!
And that is a first thing about me, on a five things about me post, on my 60th Birthday, 2015.
I used to be a pack a day smoker. Although I don't think I ever ever looked this cool smoking. It started with taking puffs off friends cigarettes when they were being handed around at the bus stop when I was 17. Trying to fit in I guess. It didn't take me very long to get hooked. I smoked for 17 years. My mother smoked (Cameo) and my father quit when we were quite young. I started off on Export A and finished off on Players Light. (What could ever be light about smoking?) Quitting was the most difficult thing I have ever done in my life, and something which I had tried many times. It finally stuck when I was 34. I have never looked back, or been tempted since. Okay . . . lie . . . I was probably tempted multiple times in those first six months, and occasionally, very occasionally, to this day, I will have a dream where I am smoking. (And I am always uber upset with myself when I do!) I did chew Nicorettes gum for two years after I quit, just so I could make sure I really had quit. Then I chewed regular gum, and then I didn't chew anything at all. I did find a whole new person in that I put on a ton of weight, which really annoys me. I hate that fact about me. The whole fat thing, but I am not sorry I quit smoking.
I have tried every, and I mean literally EVERY diet under the sun. I have even had hypnotherapy to lose weight. And they have all worked. I've taken off tonnes of weight. But I have always failed at every diet I have ever tried, and ended up putting on more weight afterwards than I have taken off. I guess you could say dieting has made me fatter. I don't know what the answer is. In all honesty, I repulse even myself. I would go for a by pass surgery if I was not so afraid of being put to sleep and not waking up.
I love the colour purple and once had purple highlights in my hair. (A LOOOOOONG time ago now.) I need to find myself something purple that I won't mind wearing. I am growing my hair long again. Not by choice, but because going to the hair dresser to get it cut is just too expensive. £28 every time. We can't afford that. It's just too much. We can barely afford the £30 it costs us every 10 weeks to have Mitzie done. That is a necessity, but getting my hair cut is not. It will be okay once it gets past this awkward stage. But back to purple. I love the colour purple.
I love making lists. I have always loved making lists. Some of my earliest memories involve making lists. Lists of what I was going to study in our encylopaedia over the summer when I was six or seven years old. (What a geek!) Lists of what I was going to do all day, each day. Housekeeping lists. Christmas lists, etc. lists, Lists, LISTS! I love the thinking process in putting one together, I only ever rarely follow the lists I make. List making is almost a compulsion for me.
And with that I have to stop. My laptop is telling me it is going to restart for updates in 14 minutes, and I can't figure out how to postpone it. So I will have to love you and leave you!
Baking in The English Kitchen today . . . . Lemon Cream Danish! Delish!
Have a wonderful day! Don't forget . . .
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And I do too!