Thursday 15 October 2009

fluttery butterflies flipping in my tum

I'm playing the waiting game again, and my stomach literally flips over (okay not quite 'literally'!) when I think about the Maximuscle Body of 2009 comp.

I've been told we'll find out by the end of this week...

I think my heart has shifted to the middle of my ribcage and is trying to work its way up through my throat!

I keep mentally simulating the emotion I'll feel if/when I'm told I haven't won... I think this is my subconscious coping mechanism... but then there's this little part of me that wants to imagine how I'd feel if I won... I'm trying to restrain that part, push it down, squash it, squish it, subdue it, suppress it, suffocate the hope because I'm so scared of being disappointed!


this is why I don't enter competitions, EVER!


  1. *crossed fingers and toes and nose and hair and...*

  2. To quote Homer Simpson: "The waiting game sucks; let's play Hungry Hungry Hippo."

  3. INCREDIBLE! Love this... looking forward to reading more.

    Thanks for stopping by Coach Your MInd and giving it a peek.