OK, so - Ani DiFranco has a song which has always pretty much described me. It's called Puddle Dive.
"If you're gonna do it, overdo it,
That's how you know you're alive.
Go ahead take yourself a coma-nap babe,
Take a puddle dive."
I take puddle dives all the damn time. S'probably something to do with not having terribly effective sensors to subtle change - only major changes register on my "doing this now" scale.
Well, either that or I'm just an asshole, one of the two.
This week has pretty much been a puddle-diving week. Haven't exercised in days. Have eaten things I shouldn't eat - chips, desserts, etc, etc.
Which means today was no surprise.
d picked me up a new pair of trousers last week. 40 inch, but no elastication. Tried them on today. Noooooo way of getting them done up, not even close. Normally, this would send me off on one, but I can hardly flap about going "Woe is me!" after a week like this. Sigh...
London tomorrow. So I guess we'll see what Tuesday brings - but most likely disaster.
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