It’s a Date!

Ten years ago, when I found myself having to climb through the window of a Lotus Elise, Starsky & Hutch style, because “the doors didn’t work,” nothing to do with the short skirt I was wearing, I began to have a few reservations about internet dating.

My best friend has been single for several years now and finds herself in an all too familiar predicament. Divorced, a single mother, and pretty damned scared of even considering going back on the dating scene again. I remember that feeling all too well.

I became a serial internet dater a decade ago, in a time when it was seen as sordid, for losers, and something that should be kept very, very secret. Continue reading “It’s a Date!”

The Art of Walk

Aside from knee replacement surgery, I’m stuck with my crunchy knees – at least for now. In my concerted effort to strengthen this far from perfect body, I joined my teenage son on a run last night. Now, when I say run … I actually mean walk, even though I may even managed a very slow jog on two whole occasions!

The art of walking. As easy as breathing, but then I did that wrong in Pilates. I couldn’t have looked more embarrassing, as was kindly pointed out.

“Jesus, Mum, your socks don’t even match. And don’t even get me started on those red trousers.”

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‘Helpful’ Mr Hugo

“Forty is the old age of youth; fifty is the youth of old age.”

Victor Hugo

No doubt Mr Hugo was trying to make himself feel better about approaching his twilight years but, as a woman approaching forty, it just drove home the inevitable truth. According to Mr Hugo, I am in the old age of youth. But what’s strange is that I still feel so young. Even when I look in the mirror, as long as I don’t blink for a while and let my eyes water, I think I can definitely pass for someone in their early thirties. As long as I’ve had eight hours sleep the night before. And moisturised.

One practice I’ve come across recently, that I don’t think I could ever live without now (no, nothing to do with sex or chocolate), is Pilates. I used to be a scoffer, not just of scones, but of anything that seemed remotely holistic in its approach, but Pilates has opened up my eyes as well as my hips. Continue reading “‘Helpful’ Mr Hugo”

Mmmm … cake

I’m an addict. There, I’ve said it. I come to my favourite café most mornings but don’t seem to be able to have my morning latte without a scone. A scone with jam. OK, a scone with jam and butter. And don’t get me started on the cream. I’m like a moth to a flame where cream’s concerned but I’m managing to avoid it. For now. It’s just another one of my daily struggles.

But it’s not the cakes I’m addicted to. OK, not just the cakes. It’s the people. The overheard conversations. The people watching. The wonderful absurdity, banality, just plain amazing weirdness of ‘normal’ people. And I’m sure, were someone to have nothing better to do than watch me in a cafe, I’d have as many ‘isms’ as the next person, but it’s those very quirks I love about people. Continue reading “Mmmm … cake”

Time to be honest …?

I weighed myself today. Nothing unusual in that. It’s my weekly ‘treat.’ No more than once a week, no less. Just once. I’m not sure of the science behind it – all I know is that I don’t think I could bear any more than having to go through this once a week. Men, on the other hand – a quick hop on and off (the scales that is …) after a session in the gym and that’s it. No thought. No Dread. No problem.

I thought long and hard about whether to divulge my weight to you all in my first blog and came to this conclusion. There is no hiding the fact that I’m a big girl. A fuller-figured woman. A BBW. However you want to label it. The fact is, I’m 5ft 9”, a size 18 (size 16 on a good day) and, as of today, I weigh … sorry guys, I just don’t know you well enough yet! But I couldn’t be happier! Why? Because I’ve weighed ‘x’ stones for over a year.

There are two strange things about that: 1. I really don’t eat a lot (which is a problem in itself) and 2. I’ve weighed exactly the same for a year – not a pound more and, unfortunately, not a pound less. So yes, what I weigh is far from perfect but today I weigh ‘x – 1/2 stone.’

I know I need to lose several stones … BUT it’s finally shifting.

Why?

Over the last month, I’ve finally figured out several things. Not quite an epiphany but a few things have just clicked into place. I’ll explain more in another post.

In the meantime, however, yes I’m still overweight, but don’t hold that against me. There’s more to me than wobbly bits, as you’ll hopefully find out!