Getting to be less.
In the past year and a half I have put on a stone and a half.
And it keeps coming.
I used to be just like a pixie. Or an elf.
Now I am considerably more like a gnome.
I like to blame the little pills, since they have side-effects including both weight gain and increased appetite (which I don't really understand since I did rather consider the two to be inextricably linked. Shows what I know.) but I think I am going to have to face up to the fact that it is actually because I eat a lot. And don't exercise.
For a while I blamed hub. He is diabetic and eats muchos carbohydratos. But then I realised that I am not diabetic and so have no excuse.
He also feeds me a lot. He is, what I think is called in some pop-psychological places, a "feeder".
But I do not have to eat all that I am fed. I am human after all, and have free-will!
Although I am not very good at exercising it.
Or at exercising.
As I mentioned.
In any case, I am attacking the more of me! With a campaign! Of no biscuits or cake and salad instead! And ruthless amounts of walking!
I shall let you know how it goes.
6 comments:
I tried that.
It was rubbish.
Timbo bonjour! It is rubbish. I am fed up with it already. Grr.
cheerful one hoorah, we are not alone!
i say keep the cakes! life is no good without them! xxx
p.s. sorry biscuits. just the way it is.
I have the same problem except I do exercise.
I also drink a lot though... kinda cancels it out, I think.
Rachel I fear you may be right. Life without cake, a terrible proposition.
Angie you are good, you see. You have something that cancels the drinking out. Clever. Much cleverer (and less intrinsically lazy) than me. x
Life without cake is no life at all! (*sweeps aside crumbs while typing*)
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