Update

Jesus Christ I haven’t blogged in ages. Which is ridiculous because it has been the busiest time of year so I really should of pulled my finger out and got to writing.

I had the best Christmas (seems like ages ago now). I went to Alex’s for a lot of it, then back to mine on Thursday to spend boxing day with the Fam. We brought Toa (Spaniel) back with us so Eevee (American Bully) had someone to play with.

Lullabellz saved my hair over Christmas. I got their top knot scrunchie and it literally made the world of difference. I spend so long doing my makeup that I can never be bothered to do my hair. So the fact I can just shove my hair up on top of my head and it looks like I have taken time over it, very much appeals to my lazy side.

Alex got me a really nice gift, his family are gems and everything was just lovely. So sophisticated. Anyway, now I’m on a major diet because I think I gained a dress size in a week.

New Years Eve, I was ill, had a bloody cold and I was dead. So annoyed because my friend had organised a party and I bought a sparkly outfit for £40 and I would be dammed if I wasn’t going to wear it. So put on my red lipstick, fake eyelashes, curled my hair and dyed a little bit as I stayed out until half 10. Then went to bed. New years day I went out for breakfast then in the evening went back to Alex’s. So pretty much spent the whole of the holiday’s invading his family home.

I’ve decided to be vegetarian, well not fully, if people cook meat I’ll eat it but when I buy food it won’t be meat. It kind of eases my guilt. I don’t for one second believe all animals are mistreated but I am not naive enough to not recognise that battery farming probably does take place. So even though I was buying free range and organically farmed meat, it was the thought of the slaughterhouses that spiked my guilt. Not so much the way they are killed, I mean I know it’s not nice putting a bolt through the head but it reminds me of the time me and my sister had to have our horse put down the vet said to us that he can either have an injection or he can be shot. She reassured us that he would know no difference that it was only us that know, know that out horse is being shot and that is how I imagine a slaughter house to be. The animals don’t know a bolt is going through their head. They are caused no pain. The issue I have is their fear, they don’t know what is going to happen and they are scared. That is why I am a vegetarian. But maybe instead of not eating meat I should look into slaughterhouses. Make them more ethical. If you can have an ethical slaughterhouse …. kind of an oxymoron really. I just feel that if someone slaves over a roast beef then I turn around and say I’m not eating it, I feel rude.

The Vegetarian Society defines a vegetarian as follows:
“A vegetarian is someone who lives on a diet of grains, pulses, legumes, nuts, seeds, vegetables, fruits, fungi, algae, yeast and/or some other non-animal-based foods (e.g. salt) with, or without, dairy products, honey and/or eggs. A vegetarian does not eat foods that consist of, or have been produced with the aid of products consisting of or created from, any part of the body of a living or dead animal. This includes meat, poultry, fish, shellfish*, insects, by-products of slaughter** or any food made with processing aids created from these.” 

Yesterday me and Alex went with my sister and Aron to walk Eevee. Now anytime that me and Alex go on a walk is a somewhat stressful experience, the issue is neither of us are really sure of the best way to got about it. A stroll is good, a wander, a slow ramble around but Alex, Alex has never heard the term stroll so literally power walks everywhere. Anyway he ends up shouting I end up crying we have an emotional conversation then take a nap. This happens after every walk yet we still continue to do it and despite how stressful it can be I still really enjoy it. I enjoy it because Alex is there even though he gets stroppy and shouts at my laziness. But we are figuring it out and it will get easier but anything worth having doesn’t come easy.

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