I love having friends to stay…but the worst thing about entertaining is that you spend the whole time eating what you wouldn’t normally eat. I had a wonderful time with my girl friend from Australia. We had a ball actually. However, between the ‘meals out’ everyday, the snacking on chocolates, the baileys, wine, champagne and vodka drinking almost every evening and the lack of exercise, this week has been atrocious for me diet wise.

Even the in the aftermath of her return to Aussie yesterday…a half of an entire carrot cake that was left on my bench has now mysteriously disappeared. Well…maybe not ‘mysteriously’ GRRR…and the packet of icing covered biscuits, though only opened yesterday, has been shrinking in size gradually and only has about half of them left.

Its not like I have just piled the cake on a big plate, smothered it with cream, got my knife and fork and eaten it in one foul swoop…NO, its having it there sitting on my bench looking luscious and inviting and picking at it throughout the day, bit by bit, until to my shock…I go back and it is ALL gone! The same with the biscuits…biscuit packets should be made with claws so that every-time my hand dips in the bag the claws crunch down on it and I get bitten!!! Instead, now I have to suffer the gradual pain as I get on the scales and watch the pointer go up over the next few days.

Then there is my smoking…despite all good intentions to quit I have still been puffing like a chimney.

I keep on telling myself…there is always tomorrow, tomorrow is another day. In fact I have been encouraging y’all of that very thing…but I feel like a fraud this week I have had 7 tomorrow’s and still haven’t done any better. I made the same mistakes over and over. I justify it by saying..Well, its been a extraordinary week, I had a friend to stay, i had to be hospitable etc etc… But everyday…I had a choice, I didn’t HAVE to eat out so much…I didn’t HAVE to drink 2-3 glasses of alcohol every evening…I didn’t HAVE to puff, puff, puff and continue puffing, I could have stopped, could have said NO, could have chosen a salad instead of a bacon and egg pie etc.

I have to take ownership for what happened this week and bear the consequences of my own decisions. Instead of saying tomorrow is another day…maybe I should be saying NOW is an opportunity for me to be making a right decision…when I am dipping my hand into that biscuit packet, when I am two inches from sipping that glass of wine…when I am reaching for my lighter. Perhaps living a life of ‘tomorrows’ is not getting me anywhere because there is always and will always be ‘tomorrows’ but there is only one NOW!

I had the most amazing day today…it started soon after I woke up with a call from an local adventure company offering me a free quad bike ride (a fringe benefit of working, part-time, in a local motel). I had the most fun imaginable speeding over bumps, up hair-curling inclines and through deep and muddy pot holes. As you can see!

I was all wet and muddy by the end of it but was squealing and laughing all the way through, so much so, that it was unbelievably worth it!

During this I suddenly had an epiphany…moment of madness whatever you classify it and thought to myself…I could do a bungy jump; off this high bridge,

plummeting down to the river with nothing but an elastic rope tied around my ankles…You see, I have a friend visiting from Australia at present who had told everyone back home that she was coming to NZ to do just that…but it was at

THAT

moment I thought to myself… I could do it too!!! So I put the kiddies to bed and thought over it for awhile…

if I had of been still at my biggest there is NO WAY i would have ever gone through with this hair-brained, & terrifying idea but you know…the ‘fool’ that I am, I went and did it and here are the pictures to prove my insanity, madness, daredevil, liberation….whatever the fuck you want to call it:

The hardest part was standing off the edge of the bridge looking down at the swirling water way, way, way below and actually launching myself off the edge…plummeting head first into the deep unknown…would my elastic hold?

Am I doing the last thing I will ever do in my whole life…I mean…for goodness sake, my kids had by that time woken up and were watching me on the other side of the water…and you have to admit it is a seeming un-natural thing to do…Even now, I can’t believe that I was actually able to work through my fears and absolute

TERROR

to actually jump! But, apart from acheing ankles where i suffered a little friction burn and baring my ‘Minimiser’ Bra enclosed boobs to everyone watching (hehehe.. my top flew off mid flight) I don’t regret it…I tell you…if I can do THAT then losing the last few kilos…will be a breeze…and I can do, ANYTHING!!!!

The funny thing about it is that when I inquired if there were any weight limitations for doing the bungy

(you know what its like, having to consider your weight first in every activity that you might like to do)…the girl behind the counter replied. ‘Oh…No!…the heavier the better, actually, it restricts the ‘bounce back’ when you reach the end of your rope’ hehehe…I never in my life…thought that I would hear someone say that my weight could actually be of assistance rather than a negative…

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