C'est La Vie to Carp Diem

I'm eating a salad. Yep. A salad. With no carbs. And no junk. Just a teeny tiny bit of ham, olives and about half an iceberg lettuce today because I refuse to go hungry. Everyone's out of the office right now on their lunch and let me tell you now, I'm glad. No, not because I dislike my work colleagues. They're great. But oh my word, try eating a salad gracefully and it will be the hardest thing you've ever had to do.

Now I'm not sure if I'm just going about it the wrong way, but I seem to get bits of lettuce everywhere that have escaped the fork or have spontaneously decided to jump out of the box. Also, I eat fast and ugh, I don't know. I think I'm just greedy to be honest. No I don't think. I know. Because I typed that out with four lettuce pieces hanging out my mouth. I know, I am etiquette and femininity epitomized. You may be seated. I mean, one wonders why one is still single. Can you not see the charm? ;)

Anyway, someone told me I should write a book the other day after reading my blog. I laughed in their face for a full 10 minutes. It was one of them things where you stop laughing, then you look at the person's deadpan face and laugh again. Me? Write a book? Turns out they were deadly serious and they didn't seem to appreciate the funny side, which is weird seeing as they enjoy this blog and we all know, this blog is hilar.

You know, I make myself laugh so much that sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I wasn't me. Just so that I could experience the utter joy it is to have me as friend. It'd be constant laughs and wit. Aaaaah... what it would be like to have me as a friend =')

So yeah, back to the book writing. I've been thinking about it now, I'm not gonna lie. A couple of people have said it to me over the past year or so and I don't know. Maybe I should. I mean, you don't have to be a genius to write a book right? I'm not sure exactly how to go about it and I don't even know where to even start when it comes to what to write about, but it's something to think about.

The thing is, I want to do something with my life. I don't want to be famous or anything, but I do love writing and so I'd love to have my own column somewhere or something. I mean, I write for a living, so I can't be too bad can I? And you're reading this so ha! You must agree ;)

Before, I kind of had this outlook that this is it. This is my life. Working 9 til 5 (what a way to make a living, sing it with me guys!)  with leaky kidneys, ME/CFS, type 1 diabetes and only Patrick my insulin pump to call my man. C'est la vie.

But no! This isn't life! Life is what you make it and so I'm gonna make a life that I love! They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but I'm saying life is in the hands of the beholder! No, that doesn't work but you catch my drift right?

So don't live your life saying c'est la vie (even though it is pretty fun to say). Change that outlook and say carpe diem. 

I'm still unsure of how to say that. Is it car-pay dee-em? Or carp dime? Or carpee deem?

And if you don't know how to say it, even go so far as to be annoying enough to say YOLO. Whatever works for you. But just grab life by the horns and steer it in the direction that you want it to go. Because that's the only way to make a change. Ambition is the key to success. I just made that up. Wow, maybe I should be a philosopher. Scrap the book ;)

Anyway, if anyone has any tips or advice, that'd be great. Again, this is just a passing thought and I might never do it but you never know!

I've finished my salad now. I'm not full. Ugh! And also, I've used a lot of italics (oooh there you go again) in this post. You're welcome.

Keep smiling folks!

Ditzy xXx

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Forbidden Words at the Gym...=S

For those that know me, it will be a tremendous shock to you that I, Ditzy Polka Dot, who loves food more than people, have joined a Gym. Yes, the place with scary machines that put a fear and nervousness in you that you didn't realize you would EVER experience. The place in which people go to lose weight and tone up, even though the only ones I have seen so far are so toned and slim, you wonder why they are even there! Yes, ok, so they want to stay the wonderful shape they are, but it is kind of.....soul destroying, to put it lightly. But hey, I take consolation in the fact that they may have been slightly on the larger side before they got where they are today...perhaps....maybe....hopefully =S.

So anyway, the first time I went was as a free guest with a friend, to try out the facilities. That was interesting. It was like the blind leading the blind. But we had a great time, even if we did make certain people feel slightly nauseous with our poor attempt at stretching. So I had finished all my water 10 minutes into our "exercising" that I had to refill my bottle. I then get this unexplainable craving for KFC. So i announce to my friend, rather loudly, that I "fancy a KFC". Well, let me tell you, THAT was a mistake of gargantuan proportions! A girl passing me (the size of a twig, might I add) gave me the dirtiest look I have ever seen! I then realize where I am and regret my choice of timing and food choice. I also realize that the mention of any takeaway foods is simply forbidden in the gym... be it KFC, Burger King, McDonalds, or Pizza Hut.

So after a tough workout at the gym, I announce rather loudly that I fancy a poached egg with spinach, wild rocket, avocado, watercress, and other leafy green rabbit food for dinner when I get home. I also look out for the girl that passed me to give her a smug look implying " I may be slightly large, but I can also eat like a rabbit, just like you love". But I can't see her, much to my dismay. So with that, I leave the gym with my head held high, and my stomach sucked in and have my dinner...


It isn't quite the salad....its a 3 piece variety meal from KFC.....but don't worry, I had coleslaw!

Ditzy Polka Dot xXx