Yep it’s that time of year, all those mince pies I've scoffed will play havoc on my mind, my calorie counting will drive everyone crazy, and boys and girls will start to subject themselves to different means of torture for the summer bod.
I feel lazy considering every year i say the same thing (“I’ll start my diet Mid-december to beat the new years rush”)
But after five and a bit months of hiding from the rain in my oversized parka and trustee beanie hat (thank you very much Fearne Cotton) it didn’t matter if my skin looked like shit or if my ass got a size 12.
But Spring is upon us and eeeeek!, so it’s time to ditch those joggers, and pack away the scarves as it’s now time to start squating like i’ve never squatted before!.
I made a good resoloution to stick to maxi’s and white shirts last year, but the oncoming fashion season frowns upon my style.
If i’m not wearing shorts come summer i’d be percieved as a dejected teen whose never been a festival in her life!
Well busters i have too been to summer festivals, and i do like the latest fashion, i just prefer wearing the maxi dress and eating the cornetto...
Love
Live
Life! xx
