So whats wrong with shiny, purple gumboots?

I will talk about the title of my post in a sec but let me tell you. No sooner do I tell you all that my band is in a great place than ... poof! It ups and lets me down. Right now I could eat a horse, sideways, bones and all. Whats with that? I have just finished an egg on grain toast (toast??) and I barely had to take a breath between bites. I'm hungry at 9am again, then 11, then 2 and so on ....sigh... I foresee a visit to the good doc to get this fill adjusted. I guess going four and a bit months was good going since my last, but really. No fair. I was trying to hold off for a while longer.


It's not just the fact I can eat so much again but also the fact I've been eating my body weight in rubbish. MOTH (Man of the House) took all three of the kids down south for a few days to get them out of the house during the school holidays and I seemed to have taken this as carte blanche to eat badly. I have had way too much chocolate and iced coffee (um.. chocolate for lunch?) and have eaten too much rubbish full stop. Today I reined myself back in. I haven't gained any weight - which is a miracle in itself - but I want to tamp this down before I do, because I feel like I'm eating the way I used to pre-band and that is shocking. Mostly, I feel like I'm struggling - again - in eating good food. And that plain pisses me off. I don't want to feel like this. So back to the drawing board - going over foods I used to eat and reviewing the doctors 10 steps to success. I have some re-thinking and re-evaluating to do. I'm terrified of regaining weight.


Right. To the purple boots. I went shopping yesterday looking for a pair of waterproof shoes to wear when I'm giving old men and old ladies their shower (not together though lol.. though that might be interesting.. not!) By the time I'm finished doing the showering, my shoes and pants are usually soaked through from the shins down and I am clumping around in wet gear. Not a great idea, especially in mid-winter. This is what I came up with..... a pair of bright purple gumboots!

I think they are just brilliant and whats more, they match the purple work-shirt and purple scarf (almost a perfect match in colour, too) that I wear with my black winter coat and pants. And it was either these or one of the other options: boring black, fluorescent pink, red with yellow flowers or black with white flowers. Besides they are good for a laugh. I've had comments ranging from, "You look like a skinny Oompa Loompa," to "Don't get lost in the paddock - the cow might think you're a purple pansy and do his business on your shoes." Ahhh, old people have such a warped sense of humor lol. But these purple babies so far are doing a great job of keeping me dry and that's what counts. 


I included a pic here of me in a new dress I got a few weeks ago and one of  Riley, myself and Mitch in his new place. He moved out last weekend - t'was a day of melancholy for me and yet I'm super proud of him. He's doing it his way and it proves I've brought up a free thinker and someone who is grounded.

I think my camera is playing up. All the shots that day came out like this. Sorry for the awful yellow. 

Moving in day for Mitch. He has a couple of limpets hanging off him. 

That's it for me, folks.

Hope you're all fighting fit and doing better than me on the eating front. Speak soon,

Cara xx