I had a bit of an epiphany on Friday. It all came about because I was hanging my washing outside to dry and the sun lit up the seam at the back. Or more to the point, it illuminated the fact that it was on the verge of breaking away from itself and setting my bottom free in the very near future. I’d like to think this is due to the fact that I’ve had them for over a year and wear them a couple of times a week so they’d just worn away. I fear though that it may have more to do with the fact that my bottom has grown to the next size up.
I spent a short while feeling cross that I have expanded since giving up the cigarettes and giving in to the cookies and started planning some fat burning bike rides over the weekend. Then I got more cross because I really wanted to finish my top secret project at the weekend. And make a Pogimobile and some bracelets for Sister 1 and 2…
And that was when I had my epiphany. I realised that if I died on Monday I wouldn’t really want anyone to say ‘oh wasn’t she lovely and thin’ (to be fair, it would be unlikely that two bike rides would get me to that stage in one weekend, but just go along with me here). I would much rather a group of friends could comment on the daft things I have tried to make them.
So with what was left of my birthday money I went online and bought a very small Wardrobe of Fatness. A few items of clothes in the size above my unhappy trousers. I’ll still swim and have a weekly woggle war in aquafit and cycle when the weather is less…British. Oh yes, the un-fatness plan is still in place, but not at the expense of fun things. And those trousers…I don’t think I’ll risk wearing them again… :o)
Your friends would much rather you were here with us having fun rather than you smoking yourself into an early grave and for the record – you’re gorgeous!!!! X
Awwww. Thank you, you lovely lady :o)xxx