I got home tonight and rescued my saucepan but as I was taking my cookware into my room I found my broken frying pan. The handle was completely busted yet the person who did it had put it away and said nothing! I can't believe it. If they'd told me they'd broken it accidentally and apologised then well and good, but that's just a crappy thing to do.

Also someone defrosted meat in my sister's microwave and when she went to warm up her wheat bag it was full of congealed blood. Obviously the "please wipe out the microwave sign on the door" isn't enough.

I found a notice up at a nearby cafe for a 1 bdrm flat to rent but I can't afford it at the moment and part me feels like I shouldn't have to move because of other people's crap. I think I'll just stay here and declare war.

Man, this is so turning into a "I hate my flatmates" blog rather than a weight loss blog but then everything in life is interconnected and stuff.

I think I did remarkably well today considering - all the housemate crap, plus I had a meeting with my writing teacher to explain to him why I want someone else to mark my work (ie. that he's such a dusty old academic that he doesn't really 'get' what I'm doing and therefore the feedback I get from him is not really helpful) and did I use that as an excuse to pig out? Did I get all wah-wah, I can't cope with confrontation? Nope.

I ate well and wagged my novel class to go do a spin class instead. As I walked down to meet my teacher, I felt bad - am I being awful for not just accepting what I'm given and who am I to complain - all those undermining thoughts. Then I thought hey, he'll turn up late and forget he arranged to meet me and be completely disorganised and that spurred me on. And I was right. Plus if I don't stand up for me, who will?

This is my novel, my baby, my really important life thingy. And this is my home, the place I live and pay rent for. These things are worth fighting for. As a few commenters said, I need to make a stand to get the respect I deserve.

On a completely seperate whinge - I went to Fitness First at Melbourne Central today instead of my usual branch. Holy moley, I thought my gym was crowded on Monday! I got into the change rooms and there were NO lockers. People hovered around waiting for lockers to become free but people kept coming and no one was going. I decided to take my bag into the spin room with me, which would have been a helluva lot easier if I'd not been wearing my big boots and big coat! The guy on the bike next to me told me that the Collins St branch gets so crowded you have to queue for a shower! I really appreciate my nice branch now.

The class itself was good though - full on. I think that's the hardest I've worked in spin in ages, or maybe I'm just unfit from being sick. I tell you though, the dance remix of Australia Crawl's Reckless was just wrong!

Btw there is no way I'll miss the Sydney Blogger's dinner (see Mary's blog for more details) -- I'm staying with my sister and she's the queen of organisation and general bossiness! She'll get me sorted.