DAY FOUR AND FIVE- Placedogs.

DAY FOUR.. and FIVE from the Placedogs camp.

An assortment of comments.

Well. Since discovering that Jennifer Anniston had rudely stolen my celebrity boyfriend, I discovered that this was going to be the type of diet where the broken ones do not count. They are broken, and I surmise somehow in the breaking process the calories escape. I would ask Gerard Butler for confirmation but he's busy shmoozing up to Jen. If he dies and starts leaving love letters addressed to Jen instead of me, I will freak.

I am on a random mission to eat an apple a day.

I have fallen deeply in love with avocado, tomato and cheese toasted on soy and linseed bread.

Wont Kneel by GA is perhaps the best exercise song since More Than You Are. That is a big call though.

Bec's Current Ultimate Workout Playlist- Yes there are some gay ones on this, but I am not ashamed to list them.

Wont Kneel- GA
We Want Your Soul- Adam Freeland
Warp- BB
Holiday- Dizzee
Ready for the Weekend- Calvin Harris
I'm Not Alone- Calvin Harris
Memories- David Guetta
Jump in the Pool- Friendly Fires
Sleepyhead- Passion Pit
I Feel Cream- Peaches
Riverside- Sidney Samson (oh turns out I should be ashamed)
Break Even- The Script (I know, I know, its so Nova969 but its a nice song..)
Sweet Disposition- Temper Trap
Heads Will Roll- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Vampire Weekend- A Punk
More than You Are- Grinspoon
Cmon Cmon- The Von Bondies
Dont You Want Somebody to Love- Boogie Pimps
Salvation- The Cranberries
Declare Independence- Bjork
Silverchair- Freak
Rhythm is a Dancer- La Bouche
Don't Listen- The Devoted Few
One Armed Scissor- At the Drive In
Black Bugs- Regurgitator
Get Free- The Vines
Touched- Vast
I Am Human- The Smiths
Sometimes- Midnight Oil


WARM DOWN
Half Asleep- School of Seven Bells
Bullet and a Target- Bliss and Eso
The Summer- Josh Pyke
Skinny Love- Bon Iver
Coin Laundry- Lisa Mitchell
Purple Sneakers- You Am I
Talk Show Host- Radiohead


I promise I still listen to good music, although it does look doubtful judging by the playlist!

I have fallen deeply in love with beetroot on sandwiches.

Major setback yesterday when Mad Jono and I decided it was a good idea to take advantage of a special deal on a special Saturday.. We consumed, *deep breath* 8 bottles of cider, 8 cans of premixed horror, half a bottle of cheap vodka, and 3 baby food satchels full of vodka. Needless to say we ended up beyond obliterated and while lining up for vinyl room, AFTER being kicked out of Gymea pub for performing choreography (oh yes, we were that drunk) we realised we had not eaten all day. And you know what that means...

We then proceeded to eat and share lots of slurred 'I bloody love you's' on the platform as we exchanged gratitude for our Amy Winehouse-esque friendship.

This morning I feel like I brushed my teeth with the rotting corpse of a possum.

I should be breath tested before I am allowed to text message, OR go on Facebook.

So I'm quitting drinking on the 7th of March for the remainder of the tournament. I do believe this decision will greatly influence my success.

I am considering doing the 30 day Bikram challenge in March. I'm tired just typing that. I am also going to BodyJam. It will have to do for the moment considering I cant go back to dancing yet, i'm getting restless without my dancing.

Now if you will excuse me I'm going to get back to getting my CC to cc.

Peace Love and Sprouts x