Woe is Topiary

Ever have days where you just feel sorry for yourself? Where you've hurt your ankle so can't even go for a nice walk? Where you go ahead and buy a six-pack of beer even though it increases the risk of cancer and Alzheimers and is fattening and bad for you?

Where you eat some pastry chocolate thingy and put cream and sugar in your coffee, even though you'd given up alcohol, and milk, and even coffee for that matter? Despite the scale hovering around horrific-ville and ready to take a left-turn onto the Boulevard of Despair?

Cow finds herself annoyed that these bad habits, banished for so long, are apparently lurking ready to jump in the minute your guard is down.

On the bright side, are two Nice Things.

First Cow joined a new gym. After making do with the cheap crappy one because it was so close to her house, Cow shelled out for the nice one with the pool, and nice facilities, and trainers, and towels, and a sauna, and steam room, and skylights and greenery. Much better. Even (following Watercolor's lead) made an appointment with a Personal Trainer.

Second, Cow can now testify absolutely, definitely, there IS Karma.

Readers of Cow's humble blog will remember a certain co-worker sneak, prying and tattling and being generally unpleasant in the workplace. Well, said co-worker is now being embraced by the strong arms of the law for alleged mis-deeds from a previous job. Karma.

So perhaps there is not so much to be woeful about after all. Except of course that the beloved banana-enthusiast Gorilla Bananas is vacationing on distant shores. An honorary beach towel and drink-with-umbrella are hoisted to the Great Gorilla.

Moo!