Sue’s Views: Be gone darn weight
Enough! This far and no further, seems to have become a habitual spring rant of mine as I approach the scale with trepidation.
As sure as autumn turns into winter and then morphs into spring you will find me dithering around on the digital scale, trying to convince myself that the extra two kilograms or so I have gained will be banished, along with the extra kilos that have crept up over the years, by the time summertime rolls around – just who am I kidding?
I’m an old pro at jiggling the scale – if I just move it just a smidgen the numbers just might read a little lower, or if I go on sideways, who knows those two extra kilos may just disappear. Now, to put things in perspective, I am by no means a slouch when it comes to being active around the house; I clean, garden and generally spend most of my time running around after dogs (we have four) and my partner, who always seems to leave a trail of debris in his wake.
The gym I hear you say. Yes, been there done that, until the novelty wore off, and I mentally mocked a puce looking middle-aged woman stomping away on the treadmill with bits jiggling here and there in time to the music, and then realised it was me in the mirror.
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Roll the fat away suggested my work colleague. It’s one of the best-kept secrets to getting rid of unwanted fat. So that night, brandishing a rolling pin and cling wrap to wrap around the rolling pin, I took myself off to the bedroom for some one on one rolling with my unwanted blubber. My partner on hearing unladylike grunts coming from bedroom decided to investigate. He told me it was a sight he will never forget. Needless to say, after some weeks the rolling was discarded when results were not forthcoming.
Take up cycling was another suggestion, which even had me wincing at the thought of my butt in lurid lycra. No, I quickly passed on that notion.
If you want to lose weight stop eating junk suggests my better half. It’s scientifically proven you know. But I don’t eat junk food I protest. “Oh no, so what is that Snickers wrapper doing in the bin that you tried to sneak in earlier?” he said pointing to the evidence. I ruminated on his advice for a wee while, even gave it some thought as I was driving the other day, and decided that yes, perhaps it did have some merit after all …until when scrabbling around in the cubby hole my grubby little paws chanced upon a half-eaten roll of squashed wine gums, and you know what…darn, they tasted good.
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