Double trouble

Disaster Number 1: I have to eat biscuits today. I have absolutely no choice. Much as I would prefer to be munching on salad leaves and mini tomatoes, unavoidable events have occurred, the result of which is a biscuit necessity and a leaf drought.

All my money is gone, you see. I spent it all last night on beer and burgers, and when I looked in my purse, I found myself not much better off than Old Mother Hubbard.

An Aside
Not much better off means I have 4p. And I resent you suggesting that I could have gone to the bank - I couldn't have, because I work in a small village in the middle of nowhere and the nearest bank is half an hour drive away. Yes, so I still could have gone - but it seems like a terribly socially irresponsible thing to do. Think of the impact on the environment. And all because I insisted on not making do with biscuits. Well no, no I tell you, I am not prepared to have that resting on my shoulders. So as you can see, I had no realistic choice other than to eat biscuits.

So it has been biscuits for breakfast, lunch and snacks today. And you can't just go not eating anything you know - because it's bad for you - slows your metabolism if you don't listen to your body when it tells you it's hungry. So you have to eat - because everyone knows what happens when your metabolism slows down - that's right - you put on weight. So you see, I have to have these biscuits to enable me to eat myself thin.

Right then, so to Disaster Number 2: I cannot run at the moment. I am having to take a running sabbatical. I have done my knee in. It's my first running injury - does that make me officially a "runner"? So I couldn't go running last night (was actually too busy drinking beer and eating burgers and watching football to have been running anyway, however I am not going to tell you that - as I am trying to fool you into thinking that I am a highly dedicated "runner" and that the only reason I didn't run was my dickey knee) and from the way things are looking, I am not convinced that I am going to be able to run tonight either.

So with only four days to go until frockage day, you can see that this is a disaster.

Another Aside
It's best to look for the silver lining on every cloud, and this situation is no different. The relatively easily found silver lining to this dickey knee business is...
It means that I no longer have to struggle to find ways to explain away the very unsatisfactory result to The Mystery of the Extra Stone I can now, justifiably, blame my inability to exercise for my lack of weight loss.

So there you have it. Looks like I may have to abandon my SMAR goal at the last hurdle... and wasn't I doing so well before this upsetting incident.

Days to frockage: 4
Dress-body outlook: Unavoidably awful