Failing at slimming world….

It’s an epic disaster! 😵😵😵

I started slimming world about 2 months ago and I got my half stone award before I went to Devon for a week.

Well it all went tits up from then on! Not only have I put that half a stone BACK ON! I have gained a few pounds on top of that too.

Such a shameful thing to do! I am such a knob!

AND THEN…. I lost my willpower and keep saying I will get back on it. Well I’m struggling to do this. Today I said enough is enough and I am going to do this!

I made slimming world tea and tomorrow I am going to go back and weigh in and face my epic gain 😩😩

I don’t understand why I struggle with this. It’s just food! And I put it in my own mouth… I’m not being forced to eat bad food… WHY IS IT SO HARD!?!?

#slimmingworld #fatgirlissues


The listeners guide to very little…

D34F9414-16E2-43A3-95C8-A6F636464052.jpegSo my friends and I do a pod cast, where we talk the most randomest of shit and it is quite funny.

Last night we did our 5th instalment and I really enjoyed this one. It’s all about online dating and dating fails! I got more involved in this one as I have had a lot of dating fails in the past and I found it all very funny.

We have done 5 pods so far but only 4 are online at the moment as the 5th is in editing.

Give us a listen 🙂

please comment on our pages that you found it through me and we will give you a shout out 🙂

love mel! Xx




If you have nothing nice to say….

… say nothing at all.

Seems simple doesn’t it? We would all be happier if we were nicer to each other but unfortunately there are people out there who are just not so nice.

Word hurt.. yes.. but it is also the words that are said behind your back that hurt too. Especially when you find out it is people you thought you could trust and they stab you in the back.

I don’t actually know what their issue is with me or what’s actually been said. But being told from reliable sources that I need to be careful who I trust is just as hurtful. I am not perfect. I know this. I have done things that people don’t approve of but if you are not going to talk to me about it and bitch to everyone and try and turn everyone against me… well that makes you a bully. So congratulations…. bullies.

Raise above it.. they say. If they are talking about you.. they are leaving everyone else alone… true…. but it doesn’t stop me feeling horrible and rejected for doing nothing wrong to them.

I shouldn’t write or post this blog entry.. I don’t know who will read it or what trouble it will cause… but this is my space and I’ve always been honest on my blog.

Put yourself in my shoes for a day… see how good you feel about yourself after it.

I am too old for this pathetic crap and this is all that I will say about it.

Haters gunna hate.



Antidepressants controlling tools of your system….

Surj Tankian wrote the song the unthinking majority and while I was cleaning my house today it came on my playlist. One verse in particular stood out to me like it always does:

Controlling tools of your system
Making life more tolerable
Making life more tolerable

Well… yeah. They do make life more tolerable by controlling bits of our brains that block out happy endorphins. BUT… if you miss like two days of them… by accident.. then your life becomes a whole heap of mess!  I know from experience. I’m on a high dose of antidepressants and I hate it. I rely on them and have done for years. But I fall into the trap of feeling ok again and thinking that missing one tablet won’t be so bad… but it’s never just one tablet. It’s a few days of this and then I hit rock bottom again. Why do I do it? I don’t know but it’s like a little voice that’s says ‘you don’t need it today, take it later’. And I don’t. So then I have to start again and let them get into my system and start controlling again. Like little tiny robots I release from the capsule to hack open the shut door.. if I don’t take them… the robots seize up and die. I need a healthy supply daily of my happy robots.

Thats what they are. Happy robots!

I could make a cartoon show out of this 🤔

anyway.. I’ve released my robots today so hopefully tomorrow I will start to feel better again 🙂



The return…

So a friend of mine discovered my blog last night and told me that I should write again. I’m at a point right now where my head is a mess again and maybe writing it out will help.

I have finally taken the step and started my CBT therapy.. yes I know a previous post says I was starting, but like I said.. my  motivation is shit. So I will begin my therapy at the end of the month properly and they think my self esteem is the root cause of evil!

I have a lot of thoughts running through my mind right now and trying to organise them is a bit hard right now. I feel lost. I rely on medication to keep me balanced, I seek approval from everyone because I don’t like myself and I can be too much at times. Iv got a relative on life support, a stepdad who’s falling apart, a family at war and a mind that hates me. It’s too much. Not to mention my financial situation. How do people cope? Really? This is not what I wanted my life to be like, yet here I am.

This post may seem a bit all over the place but it’s how my head is right now, I’m struggling to focus or relax at the moment. Maybe this post is a good representation of this… I’m off on a tangent now about pointless crap…

so yeah… I might be back writing or I might give up again as I usually do. We shall see…




I do not care.. but I do. 

The idea of putting up our walls to protect ourselves is a fine thing if you can do. I tend to say I don’t care and try to make it so. But I lie. I do care. More than anything. And this is why I am miserable most of the time. I wish I was an ice queen. I wish I could close my heart off to those who do me wrong. But I can’t. I am programmed to care and I think it’s my worst trait. People say it’s a good thing. No it’s really not. I put myself out for other people and get little back. I put myself out there to be rejected, over looked, used and dropped just because I care more for people than they do me. I don’t speak up, I don’t let my rage free, I don’t do anything. I am a doormat. To be walked over, wiped on and stood on. And I don’t change it. I let it happen. I care for other people’s feeling when they couldn’t give a crap about me. Oh look here’s mel moaning again… yes. Because I am sick of it. Open your eyes and stop treating people how you would hate to be treated. I wish I could swap shoes for a day but I guess that wouldn’t change anything. Still get treated like crap. It’s a lonely world being surrounded by people who just don’t care. I don’t want to care. I don’t. I want to be a stone cold bitch. It’s ok for people to speak to me like shit apparently so I need to grow some balls and give it back. I tiptoe around people because I’m scared to be alone and friendless and I lose my voice because of it! 

Just be fucking kind to each other!!! It’s not that fucking hard!!! 


The Green Eyed Monster…

Jealousy is an ugly thing. It rises up when we least expect it and can chew us up inside. Well my green eyed monster has been rearing its ugly face quite a lot recently. I am jealous of happy people. 

I am 26 and my life is not how I thought it would be. As a British girl, I watched a lot of American romances growing up and they all ended with the happily ever after and the white picket fence. And that’s what I thought I would have by this age. Not the white picket fence but my own little happy ending…. or happily ever middle… as I’m 26 and nowhere near my ending. 

Yes I am jealous of couples and family’s and weddings and my sister. Oh dear. I never thought the day would come. But it’s true. I want a man of my own and a child of my own. You see these couples who have been together since school and know everything about each other and are madly in love. Well it all seems like a fairy tale to me at the moment. 

Yes everyone says wait my turn and don’t look for someone and it will happen. Well when do you get fed up of waiting? What do you do then? 

I am at a point in my life where I am stuck in a rut and not sure on where to go. If I had money I’d travel the world and explore.  If I had loads of friends I’d party the summer away instead of Dwindling away. 

A lot of what ifs. Yes I should go out and make it happen. Truth is, I don’t know how to. 

Ifs, buts and coconuts. 

What a conundrum. I wish I could go down the rabbit hole and have a little adventure. 

Why are we programmed to want to fall in love, get married, have kids and get a dog? It’s frustrating and a long process 😂😂

Anywho… this is my latest blog on jealousy and frustrations!