30/11/2004
Fat like a whale...
And it doesn't creep up on you slowly, does it? Giving you time to gaze at your reflection and think Hmm, that belly is showing certain signs of growing larger... NO. It suddenly appears one morning hanging over the top of your pants...
And it isn't even Christmas yet. Girls, what are we going to do?
Think of all those slinky clothes waiting in the wardrobe for their once a year airing... OK, that one pair of silky black pants that you'd feel totally ridiculous in any other time of the year... Come on, own up- we all have them. And I'm not going to be able to get one leg into mine!
Why is it that I'm still flat-chested, but I have a belly? Explain that, if you can. How fair is it that I look about six months- make that eight months pregnant, and I can't even fill a starter bra?
Why should I have a beer belly when I only drink red wine... a red wine belly?
Yes, I know all about gravity- and yes, I've been around long enough for it to take its toll, but I'm not giving in...
Here's the plan: I don't tell you what I weigh, and you don't tell me what you weigh-but we start losing weight today. And I'll tell you what I lose (or gain) day by day.
We go check our weight now- and we don't cry too much- nor do we swear the scales are wrong, or swear at the scales. We simply adjust our eating habits- no chocs, no bikkies, no puds, no fried anythings- not until we agree we have lost our BIG FAT BELLIES (let's not beat around the bush here, let's call a big fat belly a big fat belly)
REPEAT AFTER ME: WE NOT GIVING IN
Off to swear at the bathroom scales
Love to all
Susan
And it isn't even Christmas yet. Girls, what are we going to do?
Think of all those slinky clothes waiting in the wardrobe for their once a year airing... OK, that one pair of silky black pants that you'd feel totally ridiculous in any other time of the year... Come on, own up- we all have them. And I'm not going to be able to get one leg into mine!
Why is it that I'm still flat-chested, but I have a belly? Explain that, if you can. How fair is it that I look about six months- make that eight months pregnant, and I can't even fill a starter bra?
Why should I have a beer belly when I only drink red wine... a red wine belly?
Yes, I know all about gravity- and yes, I've been around long enough for it to take its toll, but I'm not giving in...
Here's the plan: I don't tell you what I weigh, and you don't tell me what you weigh-but we start losing weight today. And I'll tell you what I lose (or gain) day by day.
We go check our weight now- and we don't cry too much- nor do we swear the scales are wrong, or swear at the scales. We simply adjust our eating habits- no chocs, no bikkies, no puds, no fried anythings- not until we agree we have lost our BIG FAT BELLIES (let's not beat around the bush here, let's call a big fat belly a big fat belly)
REPEAT AFTER ME: WE NOT GIVING IN
Off to swear at the bathroom scales
Love to all
Susan
