I did all that stuff last year.
Eating healthier and quitting smoking made me feel a whole lot better. So I got out and did more farmwork. That buggered my back. The pain is constant and so nothing gets done except double slow.
I made an effort to get to know my neighbours. Some are great. Most are insane, ill-educated boozing gun-nuts who think Pauline Hansen is too soft.
I tried to be nicer to people and more trusting. I got taken for a ride to the tune of $3000 by a tradesman.
If Gordon Ramsay could cook like me, he'd die happy. Now everyone comes to our place for Sunday dinner and we're going broke feeding them.
I resolved to get my work streamlined and finish early. I did. They were supposed to make me redundant and give me a fat wad of cash. Now they're all impressed and want to promote me.
Bugger!
I'm going back to being a surly unpleasant loafer who smokes and drinks,
works when he feels like it, refuses to go in the kitchen and never talks to anybody.
Its safer that way!
Happy Whateveritisyou'resupposedtobehappy aboutday!