Hello Fatty!

January 15, 2015 Babe 0 Comments

So, I did what I thought was impossible, improbable and probably a waste of me bloody time.

I tried to lose weight (improbable)….at 39 (impossible)….properly (no crash diets, exercise and healthy eating, hence a blinking waste of time!).

But I lost, at my 40th birthday, more or less (probably less-ish) 6kg…bringing me to more or less (more-ish) *7kg. (A women who tells her true weight will tell you anything, a slight improvisation of Oscar’s quote, as have ended up telling my age anyway.)

Buoyed by this staggering achievement, I proceeded to buy clothes with rather ambitious cuts- some hits and misses. Some dodgy purchases- a white stretchy short dress to show off my very generous lower body; a neoprene suite to show off my very generous lower body and a very, very busy shiny blue, flower appliqued top to show off…my age (useless husband calls it an old lady top).

While have found some clever solutions to fashion fumble, cannot help being annoyed that am still a fatty by stretchy material standard. So in fact the challenge has only started, all that before was just warm-up. I actually need to lose 3 or 4 kg, just around the you know where, at 40, without the shortcuts (at this stage, plastic surgery).

Now that’s impossible, improbable and a waste of my time. (Donations of Spanx panties welcome).