Monday, December 19, 2016



She is not my leetle friend any more. We have fallen out. It was a little tiff. She felt I was not prioritising her over other pressing issues in life- like eating and gestating. Anyway, I just ran into her late at night or rather walked into her in a dark street and it all came rushing back to me..

Having done little or no exercise for some time now, I was knocking back some crab dip at my thin friend's house the other night when she mentioned she might have some clothes I could use for work. Since all my old work clothes seem to have paint on them, I thought I'd have a gander as she has much better taste than me and doesn't ever use paint. On her way to the laundry to gather her gear, I realised how trim she was looking and commented on her equally trim jeans. "Yes, these are size tens...", she shyly mentioned and the penny dropped.

She was going to give me her fat clothes.

Don't get me wrong. I love any of her clothes even if they are a little tatty, for her tatty and mine are poles apart. I have been known to bolster up a hem with a stapler if pushed to an extreme. She gives things away if they have a busted zip. I am happy to repair such items. All of these clothes though were completely intact. They were just too big for her. They are her fat clothes ... and they are too small for me!

In a desperate bid to fit into these gorgeous off casts, I am going to try to shed a few kilos to become the woman she one was. Strangely, doctors' dire warnings about improved prognoses with exercise and a slowly dwindling range of my own fitting clothes did nothing to spur me to action. I was just too tired. However, there is a sweet pair of her nipped in black capris that I'd love to prance about in.

The issue is when to exercise though. The morning has been claimed by the fiendish "Where are my"  brigade. So instead, I have harnessed my cranky pants and will ride into the sunset every evening at precisely the time they all start to give me a bad dose of the irrits. There will be no trainers or lycra, no dimwit doggy, sniffing concrete and walking three times around a post. Nor will there be water bottles or gadgets that tell me how many steps I have gone. No ipod or phone shall sully my serenity for I will go on a spur of the moment in thongs and jeans and an old jumper. I will be driven by the hunger for skinny trousers and some brain zen. There will be no set time, simply the impulse to lose my saddle bags and not my shit. It should take me a good forty minutes to cool off, heat up and do a lap of the block.

Last night I came back invigorated, calm and convinced I had lost five kilos. (The ugly Kmart boyfriend jeans stretch very easily.) My son was shocked that I had walked around the block on my own in the dark. "There are crazy people out there, Mum! You could be in real danger!" I smiled at him, intoxicated with oxygen and the wagging of bath time and muttered through gritted teeth, "They wouldn't dare and if they did, I'd shred 'em. Bring it on!!!" It hadn't occurred to him that maybe his mother WAS one of the crazy people, bless...

Getting exercise last century some time...


  1. You have posted just in time. I was just cramming another mince pie into my mouth ( at 11:30am) as I hitched up my jeans. They are not falling dow because they are too loose but because the tyre of flesh around my middle is forcing them to retreat. I too will keep you company in your evening walks and be another bonkers blogger on the streets after dark.

  2. Go girl! (As I do nothing)😀

  3. Must be something to do with the Christmas vibe, but as I sit waiting for a layer of chocolate to set on truffles in the fridge, I thought I'd check on blogger and see if any of my old buddies were posting sentimental seasonal memes. I couldn't believe my eyes to find you back at it. Silly as it seems I think of you and your team often and wonder how you're all going. I do hope your health's on the mend and your babes are all growing straight and strong. Wishing you every joy this Xmas season and beyond. (I will be joining you in the new year in a desperate effort to shed this pesky 10 kilos that seem to have covered me in the past couple of years). Much love, Fiona.

  4. Funny I was just thinking of you & checked your blog in hope of finding you there and there you were walking around the block. You will be rockin the black capris before you know it!

  5. Hey, what a brilliant surprise to find this post! Hope you had a brilliant Christmas, and, unlike me,, managed to not eat everything within a fifty mile radius! I must start more exercise, but it's the winter here in the UK... Penny Lx

  6. Wait to exercise.
    Weight to eat ...

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