The City

It inhales the early morning air, fresh, tangent with diesel, with petrol, with a sort of smog that fills your lungs. It’s a concrete jungle inhaling the smell of panic and thriving on the worry that seems to infect the rush hour crowd like a plague. It towers, it’s waiting to conquer the urban wastelands on the outskirts that have not yet admitted that there’s no escaping the giant beating heart that is engulfing the core. At times it is deceitful, it offers an adrenaline rush to the susceptible, a feeling that at first is warm and inviting, that makes it seem like it is humming, buzzing with excitement. It poses as a metropolis of life, and you can become tricked by this mirage. It’s only as the clock ticks on, when darkness cloaks the skyline, that the cracks of society can be seen. There’s a sense of desolation in the midst of the morning before the city awakes and the cycle repeats itself.


Thought of the day

At some point in most people’s lives, people worry. The majority of people worry every single day about something whether it’s something major or something tiny. As a student, it’s so easy to spend too much time fretting, whether that’s fretting about being able to afford your weekly food shop or worrying about affording drinks on a night out. Then there’s emotional worries about whether we’re gonna pass our next assignment, or whether we’re gonna get a date with that cute guy that we really fancy.

The problem is that we’re spending too much time worrying. At the end of the day, we have to remember that we’re not psychic and we can’t change the outcome of something once we’ve done something. Well at least the majority of the time, and hey, if you know you’ve done everything you can to change the outcome, then remember there’s nothing more you can do except sit back and relax.

I worry all the time. Sometimes I worry about irrational things, irrational things such as what would happen if a spider came into my flat when I was alone and there was no one to get rid of it apart from me, who’s completely utterly and terrified by spiders. But what’s the point in worrying about things like that? If it happened, I’d probably scream a lot and hide in a different room, but the point is I’d survive. It wouldn’t change my life at all.

Sometimes I worry about completely normal things like what I’m going to do when I graduate, but in this case, I know I’m working my socks off to get the best grades I can, and I’m trying to gain work experience, so what more can I do?

I think what I’m trying to say is that, a little bit of worry is normal. But don’t let it take over your life. Next time I’m worrying away about something stupid I’m going to run myself a hot bath with loads of bubbles, and try to get rid of some of that stress. It won’t completely remove my worries, but it’ll take my mind off things for a bit, after all I’m only human.

Thought of the day

“Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?”

After a Christmas full of chocolate, turkey, cake and more, I decided that I was going to try and lose a few pounds to get in shape for the summer, something which I think a lot of girls do in the hopes of fitting into the perfect bikini.

I started by making sure whenever I did the weekly food shop that I would buy everything which Sainsburys and Waitrose told me was ‘good for me’ and was part of their healthy range. I ate just fruit for breakfast, and felt guilty whenever I ate a piece of cake. I filled my cupboards with exotic flavours of green tea, from gingerbread to salted caramel, and frantically signed up for the gym. Every time my boyfriend suggested having some chocolate on an evening, or going out for dessert, I’d say no and cook something healthy at home.

To be fair, this did help me lose weight, but the problem was, I never enjoyed meals as much anymore, and I craved sweet treats like peanut M and M’s, salt and pepper crisps, and cake, so much cake. And so I decided to hell with it, I wasn’t going to feel guilty anymore.

So now, I eat healthy most of the time instead of all of the time. If my friends want to go for a coffee, I’ll say yes and order my favourite calorie laden frappucino. But I’ll make sure that I cook a healthy tea as a consequence. I’ve found that the brown bread, the wholemeal seeded bread which I hated growing up, was much tastier and more filling than the white I always used to buy, and I’ve found that chicken on sandwiches is much tastier than full fat cheese. I’ve even found a healthy alternative to my favourite crisps, which are Kettle’s Maple BBQ Waves, which contain less fat and less calories, but are still just as yummy and satisfying.

In my opinion, it’s all about finding a balance.Sometimes it’s good to indulge, and it’s just what you need after a long day at school, or university, or work. But sometimes you feel motivated to eat healthy and do loads of exercise and that’s also okay. But there’s no point in feeling miserable anymore, or worrying about your weight, because chances are you’re great already just the way you are. Just make a few simple changes, and you’ll be surprised at how much more effective they are compared to completely depriving yourself of everything you love.

What do you think?