An exercise in anger management.
May 10, 2010 § 2 Comments
I had to laugh at myself today. Or rather, I had to laugh to keep from collapsing in a snivelling heap of self-pity on account of my inexplicable talent for FAIL. ‘Fail’ as a verb. A doing word. And also as an adjective; to describe a concerningly frequent feature of my everyday existence!
Let me elaborate. Or perhaps a brief summary would be more appropriate.
My facebook status this morning:
in a mad rush, stopped to re-fuel the car only to have the pump explode petrol all over me and my clothes. Now am highly flammable, late for everything, and to top it off, when I came home and undressed like a wild animal to shower, the gardener saw me naked.
Hmmmm…good start to the day! So then, due to my run-in with the bowser, I was unable to go out and buy the ingredients for my bestie’s birthday cake… therefore had to improvise with ingredients from my mum’s cupboard, and concocted a half-healthy, half-terrible chocolate cake that failed to cook, and turned out like a thick, fudgy play-doh pie.
It had good intentions; spelt flour & cacao…but also a mother-load of white sugar and other unmentionables.
OH and i forgot to mention, that I totally wigged out on the sugar detox. ON DAY 1 NONETHELESS! Coming to my mum’s place presents a range of temptations and even though I haven’t touched agave, I proceeded to late-night snack on museli, bread & many many biscuits last night in some sort of fit of disordered eating.
Vowed to make amends today with a fresh start:
Carrot, apple & Kale juice.
Ancient juicing beast.
With some algae for good measure.
A brand new sugar free day! But for how long…?
Until Chelsea’s picnic in the park, obviously.
A beautiful wench, who can be found here.
Lighting the fail cake.
Unfortunately, the woeful quality of the baking meant that I was the only one who consumed any. And by any, I mean HALF. Sugar free day fail, round two. We also had a cake fight, just to celebrate maturity! Notice the crumbs in my hair?
So i’m feeling pretty flat due to my recent eating exploits, but i’m also trying not to be such a perfectionist and so sensitive to every little thing that happens in my life (ie. petrol shower; blowing off assignments; out-of-control gluttony). I think i’m trying to achieve some kind of glowing perfection in all areas of my life that is simply impossible – I think I need to take up yoga and be more of a peaceful being.
I need advice yo!