This was the question on repeat in my clouded & dehydrated dome all day yesterday. Natalie and I went to 'Laneway' festival in Fremantle on Sunday and it happened to be the first festival I had been to since before Blake arrived. Infact, the last festival I attended was New Years Rhythm & Vines 2011, where upon driving home from Gisborne I was keeling over clutching at my guts, thinking the powerful cramps were due to the concoction of toxins I had been feeding my body. However it turned out to be a teeny tiny baby Blake travelling through my Fallopian tube, making one helluva scene... Fast forward 3 years and there I was on Sunday, primed and prepped, ready to paaarrrtttaaayyy.
Yeah so turns out I'm just not cut out for that shit anymore.
Despite it being truckloads of fun, involving many laughs, throwing my hands up in the air like I just don't care, making small talk with strangers and whipping out my phone to shove pics of the babes in their intoxicated (and uncaring) faces (yes I was that gal), I just cannot deal with a marathon drinking session, followed up with a day of responsibilities & tiny humans relying on me to survive.
It's also super duper unhealthy (captain obvious). Not only for the entire day of liquid calories, but for the next two days when all I felt like eating was mountains of grease. KFC, Mac n cheese, and Indian were all inhaled in the aftermath, and this morning, I feel like a giant greasy slob. Yick.
However, Its totally ok to blow out like that every once in a while, everyone's got to live right? I'm not going to sit here & beat myself up about it, I'm going to get straight back on the bandwagon and drag my sorry ass to the gym. If endorphins can't cure this then nothing will.
There were a handful of snaps taken, and within that handful only two that are appropriate for public viewing;
So now that I've relived my youth momentarily, I'm going to go right ahead and return to retirement. It's cosy there.
On the agenda this week; go to bed at 7:30 (after Friends) every single night, go for a sunset swim, do some painting with the sprogs, and begin the countdown for this Bali trip!
Hope you're all doing swimmingly folks!
Gem
Thought of the day "mistaking a selfie stick for a jar opener was the highlight of my week"
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