Many years ago when I was actually reasonably thin I walked into the bedroom one day and my partner looked up and said "Do you know, a pot belly on a thin person looks silly!" My psychie never recovered. I was scarred for life.
Since I got back to the UK I've managed to put on nearly 3 kilos and it's all gone onto my tum. Which is exactly where, at my age, it would go, of course. I was beginning to think that I'd better do something about it when, after a day in the garden today, my next door neighbour offered me coffee. As she passed the chocolate biscuits she said "It's good to see you're putting on weight. You were thin when you got back. You've got quite a tum now." ARGHHHH.
So I am about to take my further scarred psychie and my aching body into the spa with a glass of chilled New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc to ease the mental trauma. The diet can start some other time!
Now how sad are you?! Have an extra chocolate biscuit to cheer you up, and blame the kilos on the rain! ♥
ReplyDeleteYes, it's terrible when the first thing someone says to you is how fat (or thin, but usually fat) you're getting .... :(
ReplyDeleteAnyway, all the more reason to get some exercise with the new ironing board.
Wine diets are the best kind. I wouldn't change a thing if I were you.
ReplyDeleteWho wants to be thin anyway? I'm sure you're just right, my friend :)
ReplyDeleteGive thanks for a wonderful neighbour who appreciates you, I say! I wonder if she has a clone around here somewhere?
ReplyDeleteWonderful post. Very Geeb. My doc replied in similar vein when I suggested I should lose a bit. So ladies, it's official: Beyond a 'certain' age, we need a bit to store our last estrogen and stop us getting that haggard and drawn look. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
ReplyDeletehey, you look great. Life's too short to fret about things like that. (I used know!!!) can't say I've noticed though...
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