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Catching the Tim Tam Bus

I have never considered pursuing a life of crime before but everyone has their price. That thing that pushes them that bit too far and sends them over the mythical edge. That thing that drives even the likes of Carol Brady on a wild, criminal rampage and everyone knows she is the epitome of model behavior!!!

It’s called temptation.

“But you’re so nice!!” I hear you ponder. “How could YOU ever consider a life of crime? What’s got into you overnight?!!”

Before you invite me round for a nice, long cup of tea and an extended heart-to-heart, you’d better hear me out. I’m sure that 0nce you’ve heard my dastardly criminal plans, you’ll probably want to throw in your day jobs and join me. We can hit the highway together!

Anyway, I’m not actually contemplating a life of crime. It’s more of a one-off crime of passion and you know how it is with crimes of passion. They usually let you off with a slap on the wrist and a few hours of community service… even when you represent yourself in court!

Besides, you’ll never find a jury, at least not in Australia, which would send me to jail for hijacking the Tim Tam Bus. The jury, to put it simply, would “understand”. Some temptations are just way too strong to resist! You see, there isn’t much your typical Aussie battler won’t do to get hold of a Tim Tam…make that a packet. One Tim Tam is never enough!

This is an exceptionally rare packet of Tim Tams. The tray isn't empty!!

This is an exceptionally rare packet of Tim Tams. The tray isn’t empty!!

The thing about this particular crime is that I know someone who knows someone who knows someone on the bus. I’m not really sure how this helps but it certainly sounds like an inside job. That’s supposed to make things a bit easier but I’ve never even met this bloke so I’m not sure how’s that supposed to help?!!

As much as I love Tim Tams, I have to confess that I’m not much of a criminal mastermind. Although  I’m a writer with a half-decent imagination, I write motivational stuff and dog stories for kids. I also write poetry but that’s not going to be much help either.

I could possibly play my violin by the side of the road. They might actually throw a few Tim Tams in my case as they drove passed.  That would be nice but why be content with just a few Tim Tams when I could really pig out?!!

At this point I’m wondering just how many Tim Tams are actually on the bus? How many kilos of glorious, irresistible, yummy, scrumptious, amazing Tim Tams? Oh! Just the thought of it is making me salivate!

However…

Even though I know hijacking the Tim Tam Bus would be the perfect crime of passion and I would probably get myself off and even make millions selling my audacious tale of Tim Tam addiction on the talk show circuit, I have no idea how to actually hijack a bus especially when I’m “so nice”.

You see, it’s not always a case of where there’s a will there’s a way

Calvin Coolidge’s great quote about persistence doesn’t always hold true either: “Nothing in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination are omnipotent. The slogan press on has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.”

Besides, most of the time they leave out the next line of Coolidge’s quote:

“ No person was ever honored for what he received. Honor has been the reward for what he gave.”

Whoops!

Anyway, back to my dastardly plot.

Bilbo doesn't look very motivated after all!

Bilbo doesn’t look very motivated after all!

I could, of course, recruit the dog. He’d do anything for food and doesn’t understand that “chocolate is bad for dogs”. Perhaps, Bilbo could pretend to be a sort of black and white fluffy version of Red Dog and hitch a ride (see here for Red Dog http://www.scribd.com/doc/78108595/Red-Dog-Womans-Weekly) Something tells me Red Dog would have approved of such a mission. He was a bit of a character, after all!

However, sometimes I forget Bilbo is really a dog and not a person and he’d probably eat all the Tim Tams and die of chocolate poisoning before I’d even had a bite.

There are, of course, more traditional ways of ambushing buses but I’m not 21 anymore and as the song goes: “I’d do anything for love but I won’t do that!”

So I guess I’m back to the drawing board. Any ideas?

xx Rowena

PS I just told the kids about the Tim Tam Bus and Miss asked if she could eat it. Hmm. She’s definitely my daughter!

One of the worst crimes you could commit in Australia...taking the last Tim Tam.

One of the worst crimes you could commit in Australia…taking the last Tim Tam.

Wickedly Sweet…my cupcake awakening!

You want me! I know you want me! I know just how much you want me! Take me! I’m yours!

Those damn cupcakes were calling me. Whispering sweet nothings at me and I was quite powerless to resist. The temptation…all that temptation was all too much. I succumbed. Not just once but twice. A greedy little glutton without any willpower whatsoever, I had two cupcakes and I didn’t even care if someone else missed out. I needed my fix! I was a woman possessed!!

Eating two little cupcakes is hardly a crime but that all depends on the context.

You see, I was at a business lunch.  Just before lunch, I’d shot my mouth off to a colleague about all my great health goals and objectives. I’ve lost ten kilos this year. You can achieve a lot of things but losing weight is almost the Holy Grail. Then, as everybody knows, there’s the battle to keep it off…to somehow maintain the rage. That’s where I’m struggling at the moment.  So far, I’ve been able to sneak in a few treats and get away with it but I could always lose more. Also, horror of horrors, I could always put the weight back on!

Whatever else happens, I certainly don’t want to go backwards. I’ve even thrown out all my old fat clothes and have drawn a very determined line in the sand.

I am a new woman.

Yet, there I was stuffing my face full of cupcakes. With my all-important credibility and self-respect hanging around my ankles like a pair of saggy, baggy undies with broken elastic, I had well and truly shifted gears from winner to loser and I knew it. But did that stop me? No, I still went ahead and ate that second cupcake.

Why did I do it? Why was I so weak-willed…especially in such a public situation?

I don’t know. I’m not a bad person. I don’t smoke. I’m not an alcoholic and I don’t do illegal drugs. I’ve never shoplifted and I’ve certainly never left my kids in the car while I’ve gone to the casino. I don’t really pig out either but those little things I’d given up are sneaking back in. They’re only small but it’s a bit like joining up the dots. They all add up, creating something big and rather scary in the end.

But you’d think that when my health is so precarious, I could stop at one cupcake. I have such a huge incentive for staying on track. You’d think that I’d be able to give up cake, chocolate and sweets without a second thought. Eating junk food when you’re battling a health issue is so ridiculously stupid like smoking in front of your obstetrician when you’re pregnant. It’s a no brainer and yet, I persistently persist.  “Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence!!”  I just wish I could harness this persistence for good instead of evil!

After all, I’ve had the wake up call. It’s now time to get out of bed. Burst out of my cocoon. Get moving! But who hasn’t pressed the snooze button, ignored the alarm and gone back to sleep? Who hasn’t heard the alarm beeping again and again and again but left it to the very last minute to get up?  I’m only human but this sort of thinking isn’t going to help. Instead, I need to find some seriously superhuman willpower… tough love even!

So if I know all of this why can’t I just go ahead and do it?

I would like to blame the devil or even the cupcakes for leading me astray but the bottom line is that it’s me. I am my own worst enemy. I am constantly shooting myself in the foot. Indeed, my feet are so riddled with bullet holes, they look like Swiss cheese. I could even eat them on toast.

This was a bit of a revelation because I certainly like to think of myself as a “good person” and my enemies as being external not an insider and certainly not myself!

We have a really horrible neighbour who is probably my only “enemy”. He is what I describe as a nasty piece of work, specialising in intimidation. I just see him and feel horrible. Yet, as much as he drives me crazy, I have to admit that I’ve done more to hurt myself than he has ever done. He isn’t the one making me self-destruct. That’s me. I am doing that to myself and bringing myself down. I can’t tell you how creepy and uncomfortable this makes me feel.  I don’t like it. I really don’t like it at all!  This new perspective could actually be the thing that changes me once and for all!

But how is this all going to change? How can I convert good intentions into lasting, meaningful results?

The first step, of course, is just to get started and so far, I’m cruising. You see, the morning after the cupcake incident, I caught a very nasty gastro bug from the kids and was sick for about four days. I was very, very ill and feverish and obviously couldn’t eat. As bad as it sounds, I couldn’t help thinking that this terrible bug might be just the thing to get me back on track. Yet, when it comes to developing more willpower, being too sick to eat doesn’t count! I need to work at it.  So in a sense I’m ahead but the reality is that I’m still just as behind as ever.

Lasting change is going to take some serious effort.I also need to plan. Be strategic. Identify my strengths and weaknesses and be prepared.

Alternatively, I could just say “no”. That would be a novel concept.

The trouble is that I’ve now spent most of my available time blogging instead of doing. This could be interpreted as a more sophisticated form of procrastination or perhaps a terminal case of paralysis through analysis. Yet, even though I’ve missed my walk and managed to do nothing, I’m looking on the bright side. I’ve been too busy typing to eat and surely all of  this typing and thinking have burnt off something?!!

Stay tuned… the battle plans are coming. In the meantime…

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

 Lao-tzu, The Way of Lao-tzu

Hmm… I wonder if blogging about it counts?

In the meantime, at least I now know who to watch out for.

It’s Me, Myself and I!

xx Rowena