My mantra for the week: I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.
I got very passionate about my belief that the UK should REMAIN in the EU.
I did my bit by contributing to discussions, dragging myself to the polling station on a day that I was in such agony with back pain, I could hardly, sit, stand, let alone function. I even nagged my friends and family to get out and vote.
The nation voted OUT.
The prime minister has resigned, the labour party is in turmoil.
That seemingly impossible nightmare of an alternate universe where Boris Johnson is prime minister and Donald Trump president could be a stark reality.
Share prices have gone crazy. The pound has hit a low.
Hate crimes have increased because some arseholes now think the vote means that racism and xenophobia have been vindicated and can now be openly celebrated. Britain first power to the traitors, to quote the scumbag that killed Jo Cox MP.
But thank fuck the chancellor hasn’t abandoned ship.
Like some who cannot quite believe that common sense has not prevailed, I joined the nearly 4 million that have signed a petition calling on a second referendum. I write to my MP pointing out that my London borough voted remain. I follow statements from the Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Scotland’s MPs may block Brexit. I look with scorn at Boris’ shock at the vote and his pathetic comments yesterday as the financial market went crazy that everything had miraculously settled. I look at even more disgust at the revolting Farage’s fuck you performance at today’s the EU meeting. My God, this prick is even worse than I thought.
I’m not in denial because I have accepted the fact that the majority have spoken and the UK will exit the EU. Everything else is probably an exercise in futility. But maybe, just maybe…
Whatever happens to our beloved country and the financial consequences that I might face as a result of Brexit, is outside my control.
I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.
In other news, the divorce saga continues. April’s court was postponed because my ex didn’t comply with some court mandated documents in February and his excuse was similar to that old favourite – the dog ate my homework. There is yet another risk of July’s court being postponed because he has once again failed to return some documents he was being chased since early May. My lawyer will get final confirmation this week whether the July hearing will need to be postponed yet again. I hope that it doesn’t get postponed but I am resigned that this nightmare ends when it ends.
Whatever happens is outside my control. I can’t be bothered to stress about things outside my control.
What I am bothered about is losing weight and getting fit. That much is within my control.
I have set myself a challenge of 21 days of staying on my diet 100% after some bad days when I ate crap for four days.
I am on day 6 of 21 and I have done 6 days of being on my diet 100%.
If I can do 21 days, I can do another 21 days regardless of whether I am in court in July or whatever turmoil is happening in my life.
If I can stay on my diet for 3 months without fucking it up yet again, I can lose 2 stones.
If I can do 3 months, I can do another 3 months.
If I stay 100% focused, I could reach goal or be very near to it by Christmas.
Now that is something I can control.
I have full control of my hand and full control of my mouth. The movement from hand to mouth is within my control. I am not being controlled by some robot.
Eating when I am stressed or depressed continues the vicious cycle of obesity.
It is time to finally break that cycle.
Now that’s something worth being bothered about.