The start of things

Hello there, internets.  Herein lies the blog in which I accept the fact that I'm basically a pseudo-incarnation of a famous character in a hit UK novel.  Or in simpler terms, wherein I relate far too much to Bridget Jones and try to win where she loses.  Or something like that.

A little background.  I'm 30 (let's hold off on the "something" until next year, thanks), single, a bit unhealthy, and living in the thriving metropolis of New York City.    Some of those are obvious similarities between her and I.  Other similarities are as follows:

1. Dissatisfied with my health/weight/belly/thighs/back of arms
2. Not in love with my job(s) situation (career=non-existent, at the mo)
3. Drink too much booze (poor liver)
4. Smoke too many cigarettes (anything over 0 a day is too many for someone NOT addicted, wtaf)
5. Have completely inappropriate crush on one of my bosses (SO not gonna happen)
6. Am guilty of overusing parenthesis

Over the course of the next few days/weeks/months I will attempt to keep this blog as a sort of tracking device about my progress in becoming the version of Bridget myself I'd like to be.  Things I'd like to accomplish are as follows:

1. Get healthy/fit/tighter tummy/less thigh rub/less bat wings
2. Succeed in securing a job in the world of event/wedding planning
3. Cut back on booze so my liver doesn't give up by age 35
4. Stop smoking cigarettes entirely
5. Find a more feasible object of my affections [(or successfully seduce Bossman) stop it, self]
6. There's only 5 really, I love parenthesis too much to give them up but wanted symmetry in this post

In true procrastinator style, I'll leave the start of this for next time.  Or rather, the time after next.  The next installment will be me figuring out the things I need to acquire for success.

Signing off,
Deeana