Who knew? WHO knew that 2020 would hold such complete and utter miserable, tragic and exhausting nothingness. I haven't written to this blog since 2018 and little did 23 year old me know what was ahead. I likely thought it was going to be more unfortunate dating tales and financial woes but I don't think a deadly virus sparked by someone eating a bat was top of my list.
So apart from the obvious - whats new with you? My 23 monthly readers? Hows things? I wonder how you came across this page as I don't think it's linked on any of my social media - maybe you're all just ex lovers who have come to peruse my musings? Nevertheless I hope 2020 has not been too much of a shitstorm.
I keep wanting to say that classic old phrase "at least nobody died" but then we know all too well that somebody did, lots of somebodys in fact which really puts the whole thing into perspective. As much as I struggled during lockdown 1.0 when I was living out in the sticks working 24/7 with bad wifi and manic younger sisters who had just been unleashed from education for an indefinite amount of time, it really doesn't compare to the adversities lots of people have faced this year.
Anyway misery reflection over, lets catch up! If 2018 me could see me now, 3 stone lost, a boyfriend, a dog and some financial stability gained plus managing the social media for possibly the biggest high street brand in the country, what a transformation. Don't get me wrong, every Friday I mark about 300 emails as read and I am in a longterm battle with some crazy stalker on social media who keeps threatening me with tweets from 2012 - but honestly apart from that, i'm doing great.
2019 was a big one! I became a somewhat insta famous slimming world blogger who was now appearing semi naked in the daily mail, and I managed to up my tinder radius just enough to find a man who didn't go to my high school. Then in May 2020 after 5 months of travelling back and forth and 2 months of lockdown facetime dates we moved to the big city.
The flat was my city centre dream! I manifested it and it came true! All my other years of living in Manchester in new build flats or with drug addicted hairdressers and now was our time to shine in a brick walled, open plan, velvet sofa'd blogger flat. I think however what my brain didn't process was the thought that this pandemic may go on for longer than the few months we had scoped out. So while it was still raging on we would be stuck in these four walls unable to go out to dinner, slowly being consumed by my ever increasing array of shackets.
So now the time has come to move on, (just like my mum said we would do) to a house with enough space so that I am not doing my makeup on my knee and enough light to stop every house plant I spent £50 on from withering away. I can't tell you how excited I am at the prospect of stairs and a front door instead of a concierge who takes my parcels then goes home for the weekend with them locked in his cupboard.
As well as the obvious house move and career advances, my weight is something that feels like it's shaped these last 2 years. Initially losing about 4 stone give or take and getting to my skinniest in what feels like ever, i'm now back up to 1 and a half stone heavier. But of course it's been a pandemic and I moved in with a boy who eats 2 vegan steak bakes and a full share bag of Doritos for lunch and still wakes up with abs. I think the new house will put me back on track. While I honestly am past the point of caring what the scales say, my new found weightloss led me to buy a lot of clothes - clothes which now no longer fit and it would be nice to be able to wear them again.
Then there is Milo! My angel light on this earth little pooch. Picking Milo up from a family where he didn't fit (against the advice of most of my family) in March 2019 was the best decision I have made in possibly my entire existence. I don't think I would have survived the pandemic without him quite honestly. He is lazy, and sleepy and troffs any kind of cake he can find when you aren't looking but he's just perfect. I could write a full blog post all about how much of an impact he's made on my life but I already have his name tattooed on my arm so I guess that says it all.
As much as I could go on and on about what this past year has been like, and the changes it's undoubtedly made to so many peoples lives for me it's really been nothing short of boring. I absolutely love going out, anywhere really, as long as it doesn't involve drinking wine on zoom and answering quiz questions about the human body. I have desperately missed social interaction, i've missed getting pissed somewhere that isn't the same place i'm also working when Monday rolls around. But I guess thats the same for everyone, and as the title of this blog suggests i'm Manifesting for 2021 to be a bit fucking better than this year has been - even by a tiny bit, please?
Hope you are all keeping safe and well and if anyone has started a blog this year please link me to it as I am a nosy bitch and I love hearing about what other people are doing.
We will end on a little comparison pic from December 2018 to December 2020, i'm ageing like a fine wine aren't I.
