I'm back to reality after an awesome weekend at the Gold Coast. My niece had her birthday celebration at Dracula's which was absolutely fantastic. Dracula's has always been something that I would drive past when down at the Coast and wonder what it would be like but never actually go. It was an amazing show and we had a fabulous night - waaaaaay too many cocktails though.
Here I am after another weekend of too much grog and bad food saying it's time to put my head down and start getting serious about this comp prep/challenge. Mal asked me yesterday why I was doing this comp, if I'm in it to win it. I answered that while winning isn't everything, I aim to place as if I aimed lower I wouldn't do the work I need to do to get to the stage but I wonder if I'm sabotaging myself. Last prep, nothing was standing in my way and there was no way I would be tempted by Mal or the kids eating chips or other treats. Weekends continue to be my Achille's heel and I am regularly snacking on junk. Is it because I worked my arse off last time, only to be totally ignored once on stage? Maybe there is something deep down inside that wonders what is the point, that I will give them a reason to overlook me. All I know is that I have to get my head in the game sooner rather than later.