SICK SICK SICK

I am sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of it!
(Imagine foot stamping and clenched fists and a little red face)

What I am about to tell you is true -

At forty I was overweight but I lost it all in 6 weeks without too much angst.

BUT I noticed the subtle changes in my body. Boobs sagged. Not major not big.

At fifty I lost my waist. I have always had big hips (good childbearing hips - yeah right - how wrong could they have been) but I had a very very small waist. Gone disappeared.
Weight battle still going on but not too onerous although getting harder.

Let me tell you, at fifty five this is not fun. Not only has waist disappeared but have developed almost overnight a large roll around my middle.

This is really giving me the shits.

And by the way Zanna, gave up on scattergories. Do you know how hard it is to find words starting with "j". Ended up was cheating and putting in words like jirrafe and jidnapped etc. I am sure that smarter people than me could have done it but not this jittle jlack juck.

Hope everyone else is having a good week. For me, its the pits.

Im off to work out what in the hell I am going to wear to this wedding on Saturday and take the recalcitrant dog for a walk. I am going to tire her out somehow. She keeps us awake all night chasing brushtails in hobnail boots who have started tap dancing on our roof in the wee small hours of the night. And she is not too fond of the milkman either.

Disclaimer: I am crochety, fat and old and entitled to a whingey post every now and again.

Postscript: This has made me feel better but I bet you could have told me that.