Sabotage

So far this year I have been in the midst of fire and flood (kind of)...all I need now is a famine and I'd have the full compliment.

Then I might actually lose some weight. Lord knows it would be the only way.

Admittedly I did get off to a good start, but I have now come to a big fat stand still.

Why, you ask?

Last week:
Lady issues. Which, if you didn't know fellas, gives the ladies the licence to eat whatever they like, whenever they like in whatever quantity they like.

So on Sunday, lady issues done and dusted, I proclaimed the next ten days would be all about discipline.

Monday:
Perth's worst storm ever, a massive day at work. (This means I'm allowed to eat whatever carb/fat/sugar laden food I can get my hands on.)

Tuesday:
No sleep due to thunder and lightening.
Woken by Woody's alarm 5.30am.
No power. Which, on farm means no water. Armpit/crutch wash with soapy flannel and ice cold water from the fridge. (Power clearly hadn't been out THAT long.)
Wet day, good excuse to wear hot leather boots. Break heel as soon as leave house. Go to Midland Gate.(Which is a separate story all together.)Boot maker cannot fix on spot. No other shoes in car so buy cheap (but real) leather boots from Target.
Back car into concrete post in ABC car park.
Made to feel stupid by Woody.
Kate: "I accidentally scraped the car on the post."
Woody: "Didn't the remote sensors on the car work?"
Kate: "Yes, but I usually just ignore them."
Drive all the way to Joondalup for ONE interview about storm.
Lotto machine in Toodyay broken so no ticket for 20 million draw.

I'm still smiling.

Why?

Goodbye diet, hello wine.