Day 3 - To chocolate or not to chocolate...

... that is the question.

So it turns out that some habits are good and some are bad. I'll put this out there right now, I've never been a smoker, a gambler, a stealer, a stoner or a vandal. I even moisturise before bed and flip the lid back on the toothpaste tube after EVERY use, for Christ's sake.

So how is it that I can still be made to feel so bad and wrong and irresponsible everywhere I turn?

Yes, I love big serves of pasta.
No, I don't drink a litre of water every day.
Yes, I sleep on my tummy.
No, I don't do Pilates.
Yes, I cook with butter.
No, I don't chew my food 1,000 times before swallowing.
Yes, sometimes I get a bit too excited and over-water my plants (and drown them).
No, I don't remember to file my nails in just one direction.
Yes, I slouch at my desk.
No, I don't wear chiropractor-approved insoles.
Yes, I watch TV in bed.
No, I don't buy organic frigging desiccated coco-frigging-nut.
Yes, I watch the South Park movie and widdle my pants laughing. Every time.

And yes, I eat chocolate. I love chocolate.

So sue me.

Does that make me a bad person? Really?

Should I really be aspiring to some sort of cold robotic existence where everything is regimented and I sit on the loo for 19 hours of every day because I'm so full of water that I'm bursting despite having fabulous skin and a happy digestive system and a sunny disposition as a result?

Or can I just be myself?

Yours, in all my sloppy lazy farty wobbly giggly glory,

Louki xx

P.S. Here's a photo of The Squishy, for all you furry-beast fans out there...