Progress Report

Resolution #1: Exercising three times per week, eating no junk food, and having plenty of home-cooked food. Disaster on this one. I have hurt my back, which happens sometimes when I increase my exercise. So I tried to moderate my efforts and only went bowling this week. Even bowling only confirmed that I need to take a proper break. By the end of the week, I was limping and whimpering from the pain, and experience tells me that I need to baby it a little and give it a real rest. So I won't be exercising at all this week, aside from chasing the Little Dude around the house. Plus, my endless loads of laundry, which is quite a lot, considering we are on the top floor of a block of flats with no lift and the laundry is on the ground floor.

Just to compound my failure, I was so peeved about my back, so fed up about having to lie still on the sofa half the day, that I ate a packet of biscuits and some home-made chips, yesterday. I know. A shocker of a performance. Pathetic. I did do the cooking this weekend, though. AND I didn't drink any alcohol. I wanted to. I thought about it. I actually drove down to the shop to get some. But then I thought better of it, and walked away empty-handed. So a few brownie points for that!

Resolution #2: Having $100 per fortnight automatically deducted into an account that I don't touch. Yes!!!

Resolution #3: Doing something for myself every week that doesn't involve food and that feeds my heart, my mind, my spirit. I had a massage. A long, luxurious, fantastic massage that cured my limp and made the pain much more bearable. Oh, the joy, the pleasure, the relief! I love massages. Its possible that I believe massages are better than sex. I am basically a complete massage slut, and will cheerfully allow anyone to massage me. And a real massage therapist like Summer Rose is, in my opinion, a public benefactor. My own masseuse is excellent - such huge, strong hands, such willingness to get stuck in, and such skill! I was in the hands of a master!

Plus, given my treats have been quite highbrow lately and my limited ability to walk around at exhibitons and the like, I decided to mix it up and went to see Clerks II. I wouldn't say it was a great movie, especially compared to the original Clerks. But on the other hand, I laughed my arse off. Even at the disgusting donkey scene.

On a completely different subject, today is Monday in Australia. My partner said that he would be cooking up the tofu every week, and it will be a week on Tuesday. Will I say anything to remind him? Nope. If last week's blow up doesn't make him remember, nothing will. But will I be hoping? Yep. Unwise, I know, but hope springs eternal in this particular breast...