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The Year of Me

When I turned 29, I decided I would really start taking care of myself for the last year of my twenties.

I would attempt to avoid smoking cigarettes EVERY AGAIN. I can't say I've been successful however, I've stopped by packs when I go drinking so that's a start.

I also decided I would train for the Belfast marathon, which happens in April/May. I have since decided that perhaps I should try and do the half marathon but the whole motivation was really to try and keep me from smoking and hopefully I can keep that in my head.

I have been going to the gym for over a year now, not to only look good but more to feel good. I am at a loss if I haven't been active in 3 days.

I also decided to become a pamper girl. 'Take care of your skin and it will take care of you'. Perhaps it sounds decadent but I think it's a small cost to pay for a little enjoyment. Some people spend hundreds of dollars on holidays to the sun. I just need to go to the spa for a facial, manicure and pedicure and I feel refreshed.

The best thing to come out of all of my pamperness was my birthday money purchase of this fantastic product, Dermatologica. I never thought I would be excited to spend my money on skin care products, however, it's like a daily treat to yourself.

For years I had kinda patchy oily problem skin. It never really bothered me that much but only once I had a facial did I realise how my face could REALLY look.

I've actually stopped wearing any foundation because this stuff has made my skin look all one tone anyway.

I love the way it makes my skin feel, like it's breathing on its own. I love the moisturiser that is not oily. The toner spray that disperses in light drops evening across my face. The smell of clean. Not to mention the feel of no blackheads.

This may all go down the toilet if I ever decided to rough it in another country however for now, I'm enjoying the year of me.

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