No more smoking! I hate it. I’ve hated it for so many years. I just quit for 6 months and stuffed it all up since NYE. Its gotta stop. I stink. I can’t breathe. I’m sure to lose teeth. I can feel my poor little lungs dying inside me. No more smoking from today. A promise to myself and you. Kick me hard if you see me with one.
Stay on top of goddamn messages. I have a phobia about messages and it takes me ages to build yo courage to check them. Granted I have email, 2 voicemail, texting, Twitter, blog and Facebook so that’s a lot of messages. Voicemail is the hardest, it stresses me out! For the record, don’t even bother messaging me on Facebook cause it’s the least checked as the 30 or so people waiting for replies will testify. For an alleged professional communicator this is appalling. Lift your game StMurphy!
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Stop making excuses not to exercise. It’s just getting so ridiculous and I can not deny how much better I feel when I do get off my fat arse. I didn’t go this week cause my only socks didn’t match the singlet I wanted to wear. Ridiculous.
Binge drinking is not worth the two days it takes to get back to normal. I do not bounce back; mentally or physically. I love love love those nights but 2 drinks per hour rather than 4 would be just as fun. Shots must be limited. And no doubles.
Stop wasting so much time pfaffing. Pfaffing is my term for pottering. Some nights I can pfaff for hours and achieve so very little. I can spend an hour re-organising my handbag. And I’m a hoarder so its not like I ever throw anything out, just shift it to a new place. Biggest time-waster ever.
Turn off the television and go to bed earlier. This seems so simple but I can not manage to do it – especially if I’m not at home. I’ve been in Melbourne for 6 nights and I sit up watching shit television for all hours – FOR NO REASON. Dog-tired now…
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Stop eating all the shit food just because its easier and you’re addicted to the sugar/fat rush. I’d been so good with my diet last year – gluten and carb free. I was even close to being positively slender. In 2011 I’m back to being a Biggest Loser contestant. Its gotta stop. I’ve halved my wardrobe again.
And this is potentially the saddest of all my new rules. I have to limit how long I spend on Twitter. I have an addiction like its crack. Once I start I can't stop. I think I may need professional help with this one. Are there clinics I can go to or support groups? Its really knocking me about, the obsession has to end.
So from today I am going to be a better person. I know what I have to do, now I just have to do it. And I’m roping you in to be a part of my support group.
My name is StMurphy and I am a lazy, smoker, alcoholic, timewaster, pfaffer, binger, Twittering, appalling communicator.
And its gotta STOP!!!
