Sorry to be shallow (er than usual) but going down a waist size is a feel-good moment. It's not like I'm in single figures or anything, far from it, but for the first time since the Race for Life / Fattipuff to Thinnifer regime began I can see results. Which made it easier to do 15 minutes skipping in the garden this freezing morning. (Not Fotherington-Thomas hello clouds hello birds hello flowers skipping, hard core boxer skipping. It's really hard.)
I think it will also make me feel better about something else too... There is a sudden glut of twenty-something women wearing all-black, very short, unseasonable clothes, and 6-inch heels round my manor. They all look like they have super-fabulous lives and spend all their time earning huge salaries and drinking cocktails in smart places I'd get thrown out of. They intimidate the hell out of me (because they can walk in those shoes) and really piss me off at the same time. (It's possible one emotion creates the other.) This, along with a fondness for an early night and a sneaking interest in the horticultural, confirms my suspicion that I am now officially definitely ... 35. Ha ha!
I've got a new pair of trews on today, size ??, and those girls can bite me.
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hurrah! well done you. i am very admiring of your new regime. it is always nice to get thinner, it has to be said.
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