Sunday, Sunday

Summer is starting to show its hand. Yes, I know theoretically it is only Spring, but really, the way the seasons work around here is:

• January - hot
• February - hot
• March - hot - you might get surprised one or two nights if you are caught without a light cardigan
• April - hot - there will be one week of cold snap, but you can't guarantee which one
• May - getting cooler - there will be about 4 days of heatwave just when you are thinking mild
• June - cold - although the days will get warm unless its rainy
• July - cold. Of course, for those folks who equate "cold" with digging snow, this would be about spring weather for you.
• August - windy.
• September - cool but heating up - there will be about 22 days of heatwave just when you are thinking mild
• October - hot
• November - hot
• December - hot

As a result, the sun and morning warmth will get you out of bed well before 7am. Also as a result, all those Summer clothes that were snug last year (comfortable for about 5 years before that, loose 2 years before that and new two years prior to that) are telling you that you have TWO options.

ONE - buy a whole new wardrobe!!!
TWO - get toned!!!

I am thinking seriously about option TWO - besides the obvious budget creativity that would be necessitated by option ONE, there is also the factor that while I could bury my head in the sand about my widening girth (or rather, into a mountain of food) and reswathe the load, I would feel a bit more confident about myself if I like what I show - rather than hate what I hide.

With these cathartic thoughts rolling around my brain, I was an enthusiastic endorser of the family proposal that we cycle early to check out sites, have a light picnic when we had found the next perfect spot to be wed, check to see if we had won lotto and come home refreshed.

What went wrong?

1. there were no "perfect spots" except the original "perfect spot" darn it - so disappointed that some other bride found my secret location and was organised enough to book it before me.
2. there were no moments to have that light picnic - coffee and fruit - in our contemplation of less than "perfect" spots
3. we didn't win lotto from ANY of the tickets I had found in my cleaning of the house
4. I hadn't had any coffee
5. it is the weekend before Red Wednesday
6. I learned many years ago about the "low blood sugar" concept - unfortunately, V only learned it today...

The GOOD news is we are really good at working through such little misfires, it is still a beautiful day, I have refuelled, caffinated and rehydrated, the garden got the brunt of my forceful pre-menstrual personality and there is steamed spinach galore for the freezer, the only cake I made and iced was banana (and I hate banana) and we are going for a swim and a checkout of the nearly good enough spot to see if I can come to terms with it.