Fizzy water

I normally like to eat and drink things that are bad for me. I'll eat Nutella out of the jar. It's gross and indulgent and I love it.

That's why my latest penchant for Sparkling Water (with caps to show its glory) I fear is not good. In the summer, my mum turned me on to it. She would give me a slice of lemon in a chilled glass with fizzy water. I became obsessed.

Now I drink nearly 2.5 litres of fizzy water a day. I can't get enough and I have no idea if this stuff is bad for me. It hit me nearly a month ago that perhaps this addiction must be bad for me as I love it so much. I began fiercely and frantically googling to see if sparkling water does actually cause dental problems, bloating, weight gain etc as most of the things I like to consume do.

As far as I can tell, it doesn't. The only negative findings I have come across are from witch doctors' blogs that say it brings about the devil and such. SO I think I'm in the clear. I will continue to guzzle as I please.

Feeling Sorry for Myself

Feeling sorry for yourself is a hard and pathetic way to live. It's really easy to get absorbed by it and let it overcome you. I have sunk so low that I feel that the fibres of my bed have melded into my body and we now share the same genetic makeup.

I have spent 5 minutes trying to come up with a name hybrid for me becoming one with my bed. A classic example of too much time on my hands.

I have decided to create my own purpose. I need to set goals to allow me to lead a meaningful life.
Here is what I've come up with so far:

1. Write every day and publish on this blog
2. Read for at least 30 minutes a day
3. Choose one person daily, that I will send something positive to
4. Eat my five a day
5. Exercise for 30 mins daily

I think this is a good start to get more balanced. Wallowing in self-pity and sadness was fun, but now it's time to get on with it.