I have decided to get on Instagram, finally. It’s one of those things I didn’t want to do when everyone else was. Now that I’ve dallied enough, I find that someone has already taken the username sheylara (why???), thus forcing me to coin the very creative alternative of sheylara_uk.
So, there’s a lesson for you. Don’t be stubborn. Nothing wrong with being an excitable pup and rushing to join everything on the first day of launch.
I have just posted enough photos (7) for Instagram to create a montage cover for me. I like it. It feeds my vanity to have a portfolio of my pretentious artsy photographs displayed like that.
So, I’ve done that. Your job is to follow me and like all my photos from now on! :D
Pretty please with a cashew nut on top? Honey roasted!!
I’ve started a fitness regime to prepare for Mallorca and I hope I’m not too late. I have four bikinis to look decent in by September. (They’re the ones I bought in 2011 and never got to wear because I forgot to pack them for my 2011 Mallorca trip).
If you recall, I’m not a beach and sun person, so going to a resort island would be the only time I’d need to wear any swimsuit at all, so those bikinis have sat untouched in my cupboard for two years!
My fitness regime consists of fitness boot camp three times a week and a sugarless, carbless, junkfoodless diet.
It’s brutal, I tell you. Totally brutal, considering that up to this point my diet has been 80% sugar, phentermine carbs and junk food.
Now I have to spend too much time cooking breakfast, lunch and dinner, putting in more effort to make boring food edible. giving me less time to do stuff I enjoy.
Breakfast: Scrambled eggs with red onion and grilled tomatoes.
Lunch: Prawn and avocado salad.
And I haven’t even started on the craziness that goes on in bootcamp. My muscles want to tell you but I’m asking them to shut up and stop bothering me.
Vanity is a powerful motivator, therefore it’s gotta be a good thing, right?
I bought tickets to watch STOMP!
I saw them once a long time ago in Australia and loved the show. They’re coming to Bournemouth next month, playing at the Pavillion, which is about 15 minutes’ walk from home, whoopee.
When I first saw the poster in the town centre, I said to Piers, “OMG STOMP we have to go watch it!”
He said, “Okay.”
Then, when I was booking the tickets at home, I asked him which day he preferred, Tuesday to Saturday, and he said, “None of them.”
Right, that’s all the random stuff I feel like talking about today. Tomorrow, we talk about sheep. I know you can’t wait!