Here is your weekly dose of stats to get you thinking, and hopefully to encourage conversation – y’know, where your lips move and you talk about things 
It’s good for the soul – try it now!!
The average diet lasts a mere 19 days.
Completely and utterly true, because I’ve been there and done that several times. Only once have I had a successful diet and thankfully I’ve never packed that junk back in my trunk, so to speak. But could I do it again? No. Unless somebody zipped my mouth shut. No that wouldn’t work. I’d eat the zip.
The average female will change her hairstyle 104 times during her lifetime
I’m not the average female then. I’m lucky if I change my hairstyle once a year, and even then I still have the same cut each time. It suits me – why fix something that isn’t broken? Obviously when I get to 70 I’ll be asking for a purple rinse because that’s just how the story goes. That’s part of life.
43% of women claim to be ‘very organised’ in the workplace. Only 32% of men said the same.
Who are these very organised women, and where can I hire one from? If you saw my desk at work you’d be ashamed. I’m ashamed from 9 until 5, Monday to Friday, everytime I sit at the damn thing. Nobody even tries to find anything on my desk. But hey, I know what everything is. I know what my mess means. And I’ll find those figures for you, just give me a second… or maybe a couple of minutes… right, I’ll have them to you by the end of the day, OK?
6 out of 10 Brits prefer showers to baths
And 4 out of 10 prefer baths, right? Or 4 out of 10 prefer not to wash…? I am a bath girl, I must admit. But only because my bathroom doesn’t have a working shower. Well it does, but if I tried to have a shower in there it would look like a tropical storm had hit by the time I’d finished – not good. A bath it is then! With plenty of products i.e. bath bombs, soap, bubbles, oils, flakes, salts… you name it, it’s in my bath. Although yesterday I mistakenly thought that a bar of soap was a bath bomb and nearly broke both my legs when I got into the bath. Soap should not be used as a bath bomb. It leads to a slippery death trap. From which you cannot escape without assistance. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Almost 75% of parents bribe their children with sweets on long car journeys to keep them quiet.
I was never bribed with sweets. How does this keep a child quiet? It’s sugar and goodness knows what else but it starts with E and ends in a number. You’ll be left with a small, midget sized lunatic in the back of the car. A quiet car journey this does not make. My dad always used to bore me to sleep with stories of the olden days. In fact, he still does it now. And we’re not even in the car. Maybe he doesn’t realise how boring it is? Maybe I should break it to him…?
This week I’m struggling to think of 5 wonderful things that have happened, so if I come across as a bit useless… it’s because I am. It’s not that there aren’t wonderful things going on, it’s just whether you want to hear about them!! So, I’ll try my best. Here goes…
1. I went to an amazing gig last night with some of my favourite friends 
We drove down in the afternoon and stopped off for a pub meal (sausage and mash, thank you) and then headed to the venue. We played music really loudly in the car park and just generally laughed at things that shouldn’t really be funny – but that’s the great thing about friendship right? Laugh like no-one is watching… and that we did. We managed to meet a couple of the acts and get pictures – they were all surprisingly lovely, and were happy to stay for a chat. All in all, good day!!
2. I was very productive in work today – Fay and I have managed to get ourselves into some deep shit at work recently for, well, not doing any work. I say not doing any work but we have been doing work. Just very loudly. Much to the annoyance of the co-workers down the corridor. Safe to say, we shall not be talking much in the office anymore which kinda sucks – I can’t work without noise. There needs to be lots of noise. Or at the very least, the radio needs to be on. I must admit, however, that I got absolutely loads done today so I think my “I must work with lots of noise” theory has been scuppered.
3. I’ve got a wishlist the size of… erm… an infinite piece of string. I’ve found so many amazing books through word of mouth, but now I just need to find time to read them. At the moment I’m reading a cheesy romcom but I’m dying to read something gritty – any suggestions would be really welcome!! I’ve heard some great things about a book that involved Water and Elephants… any ideas what that is? This year is officially the year of reading a book that I will remember for years to come… Lizzie, your challenge has been set.
4. I conquered a mini fear yesterday which my psychologist wouldn’t give two shits about, but I did. I had to drive over a huge bridge yesterday and I was getting myself worked up all week about how I was going to do it. How will I pay the toll? How will I get onto the bridge when it spreads out into loads of lanes? What will happen when I get off the bridge? Will I crash? And etc. As I was driving up to the toll booth I was giving myself a pep talk and telling myself that nothing would happen. I was safe, I’m a good driver, nothing was going to happen unless I made it happen. And this is where it gets lame. As I started driving across the bridge, my eyes started welling up, and I cried. I cried going over a bridge. As I was going over the bridge all I could think about was Sophie and I was willing her to get me through it, and kudos to her – she did. So I suppose that’s pretty goddamn wonderful, right?! 
5. I’ve been 22 for just over a fortnight and I feel different. In a good way obviously – this is Wonderful Wednesday after all. It feels strange. I feel more grown up. I feel like I’m no longer in limbo between teenage years and adulthood. I feel able to do more things, and confident in myself. I don’t know, it’s strange. But I’m completely loving this strange-ness.
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