A beginning

I wish I had started this blog two, no three years ago, but now that I have made the decision and begun, I am finding the whole thing quite terrifying. Firstly, I  have been reading I love Lucy, and I do, and her blog is so beautifully written with wonderful concepts, but I have to remember, it's not a comptetition and secondly, I am hoping that nobody will find it, so why, you may ask, am I writing it? It's for me, and especially for my older self as already my memory isn't working as it used to. So why publish on the www then? well, purely because it is more convenient than having a book and finding a pen and also, I think I might just modify my behaviour for the better if I write about it in public and can feel (or at any rate imagine) the tangible disapproval of the world.

Since chrsitmas I have been completely unable to stop myself eating chocolate; I am compulsive and secretive about my chocolate consumption, and gobble quickly whatever I can find before other people come into the room.  There, caught out...now I must share. One of these days I will be so utterly horrified by my shape that I will give it, and all my other fattening vices, up immediately and start running and keep fit and retrieve an excellent figure and good health!

So that's it..I'm going to leave it for the moment as I have to mend Harriet's jeans - she needs them for tomorrow morning, and I should have gone to bed half an hour ago if I want to come close to fulfilling any one of my new year's resolutions.

Does this thing automatically put in the date and time? let's see shall we.

BTW, if you do come across this blog, please don't comment, and don't whatever you do 'Follow'. I'd like to carry on thinking that it will be my secret confessional.