Shopping for that dreaded under garment!!

Ok. Today I went shopping for an under garment that all of us ladies need. Now in case you don't already know, when God handed breasts out, I happened to have gotten up early that day and was well and truly at the front of that queue. So I’m sure you can understand, this is not a shopping day I enjoy.  But the time had come, I needed more support. 

So it was with a deep breath, I rallied all my courage and prepared myself to hear those words I did not want to hear – the girls had grown.  (In fact, between you and I, I think they may have a life force all of their own.)  But it needed to be done.  I could put it off no longer – my old faithfuls needed to be retired.  So it was with a lot of deep breathing I walked into our very large department store and headed to the appropriate section.

What I was confronted with was rack after rack of the most beautiful garments I have ever seen.  Lots of beautiful colours, all embellished with diamantes and lace.  What was I worried about?  This was wonderful.  I’m almost positive that I could find something not only practical but also beautiful. 

Just as I was looking through the racks dreaming of wearing such gorgeous items, I heard a voice behind me and turned.  As I made eye contact with the sales assistant I was asked if I needed help. 

Well, actually, Yes, now that you mention it, I did need help.  I couldn’t understand where my size was.  Ever helpful, the lovely lady took one look at my assets and politely directed me to other racks closer to the back wall.  Dutifully following her, I stopped as she carefully selected an item and held it up for inspection.  I turned and looked over my shoulder thinking that a representative from Cirque De Soleil must be behind me but to my horror I realized that she was recommending this to me. 

“This is one of our most popular sellers as it is extremely comfortable,” she smiled.  Well, I suppose it ticked the box on practicality.  I listened as the sales lady listed all the wonderful things that this particular garment had to offer. 

“It also comes in a selection of colours,” she continued.  “We have black, white and beige.  Which one do you prefer?” she asked with a smile.  I turned slightly and looked longingly at the pretty pink one behind me. 

Now, I don’t want to complain as once I had put all my prejudices aside I found out that the sales lady was not lying.  It was extremely comfortable and after buying it in both black and white (unfortunately for me they were out of stock of the beige one) I walked out of the store smirking at the pretty little braziers, thinking that they may be beautiful, but were they as comfortable as this?  And safe in the knowledge that if

I ever fall out of an airplane without a parachute I’d have absolutely nothing to worry about.  All I have to do is slip off my t-shirt and shimmy out of my new under garment.  It already has built in handles.

For anyone that is interested here is the link to my author page on Amazon.com.  It's early stages and I hope to update it soon with some photo's and more info.  Please check it out and leave me some feedback .  Thank you!!!! :)
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Day One!!

Ok.  Day one of the diet.

I woke this morning and enthusiastically jumped out of bed excited that today was the start of the new me.

I decided that the first thing I needed to do was to weigh myself.  So into the bathroom I went and removed all my clothing (I see you’re all cringing already :) ).  Pulling the scales out from the place I hide them behind the laundry basket, I tapped them with my foot to get them up and running, took a deep breath, closed my eyes and made the dreaded step.

Finally plucking up the courage I opened one eye and looked down.  Once I leaned forward enough to see over the boobs I looked at the little digital read out and saw that they were broken.  No, I didn’t break them.  It turns out the battery was flat.

Job number one tomorrow – buy new batteries.

It was kind of down hill after this.  I did help a friend of mine clean a house and I did have a walk on the beach with my daughter.  That’s calorie burning isn’t it?  Well, I certainly hope so because after I cleaned the house, my friend and I grabbed a quick cuppa and I may have upgraded mine to a Gloria Jeans Mudslide Mocha.  Decaf of course.

So it seems tomorrow is actually the day I get serious.  I mean there’s no point dieting if I didn’t even know my starting weight is there?

My weight loss journey :)

I really need to lose some weight.

My good friend called yesterday to inform me that the workplace we worked at twenty years ago is having a reunion.  Yes, a bloody reunion.

Don’t get me wrong, it will be fun and I’m going to enjoy catching up with some old friends that it’s been far too long since I last caught up with.  And a night out on the town with my good friend is just what the doctor ordered.  They’ve even created a web page for all past employees to get onto and update their profile with stories and photo’s.  Sounds great doesn’t it!

Yeah, well that’s all good in theory, it’s just I don’t look quite the same as I did back then.

I could give you the excuse that two children have changed this body but I will be honest and tell you that it’s been sixteen years since I last gave birth.  I think I’ve had enough time go to the gym, don’t you?

I have tried a few things at home.  I even invested my hard earned money into the Zumba DVD’s thinking that in no time at all I’d look like the lovely lady on the box.  Inserting the DVD into the machine, I turned around and closed every blind in the living room in the hope that if any of my neighbours were peeping tom’s they would be spared the scene that was about to unfold.  My husband of course had set up camp on the lounge waiting with excitement as his wife was to become a Latin dancing goddess right in front of his eyes.  Well, what he did get was a half hour of entertainment.  Yes.  Half hour was all I could do.  This is in no way the fault of Zumba but completely the fault of the family gene that made me completely uncoordinated.  It was after I had tripped over my own feet for the tenth time and nearly put my back out I realized that I wasn’t cut out for the Latin dancing goddess bit.  Time to try something else.

Over the years I’ve tried Fernwood and Curves as well as one of the smaller local gyms but the problem was never with the gym itself.  They just can’t physically make me get up off the couch and go can they?

I have even spent a bit of time at the Dojo that my children did JuJitsu at, but after knocking my son to the ground in a very unintentional move, I decided that that also wasn’t for me.

Bikram Yoga was fun, but I will admit to sitting on the floor with my back against the door, secretly moving the towel blocking the draft coming in from under it.  Whilst I struggled to stay conscious just sitting there, I watched the woman in front of me literally bending herself in half, and decided there and then that this wasn’t for me either.

I even tried normal yoga once.  Another friend and I decided to give it a go after our attempt at a Thai boxing class had left us so sore we could barely move.  Personally I enjoyed the class very much and barely contained my laughter everytime my friend tried a pose and fanny farted, but the instructor of that particular class was very serious and it was recommended that this also wasn’t for us.  So what next?  Well I’ve heard Spanx are good.  Maybe I should give them a try.

It’s not just the weight.

If it wasn’t for my absolute miracle worker of a hairdresser I’d be completely grey and thank god my daughter decided to become a beauty therapist.  I may be ageing but I’m doing it hairless in all the right places.  Also she has access to the very best products money can buy.  I’m just not sure if we actually earn enough money to keep up my new addiction.

I would love to join weight watchers again as I have successfully lost weight with them in the past.  I didn’t successfully keep it off but that was not their fault either (that’s the fault of the family gene that keeps me addicted to chocolate).  But I can’t afford it.

So I’ve decided I’m making my commitment to you.  I’m going to go on a diet and I’m going to get some exercise and report to you.  I hope you don’t mind but you’re going to keep me honest.  So over the next ten weeks I’m going tell you how I’m going.  I’m also going to print out my invite to the reunion and put it on the fridge along with an old photo of myself.  I have no intentions of ever looking like that again as I know it is humanly impossible for me to so and also I am ok with getting older.  I just need to make a few improvements along the way.

So it’s with a sigh that I put on the joggers and hit the pavement.

And if I fail on this adventure, I think I’ll upload a photo to the reunion site, that way they may not have quite a big a shock when they see me.

My new book!!

I did it!!!  I successfully uploaded my very first book to kindle!!  I can't tell you how excited I am, I enjoyed writing it so much. If it's successful I'm already had way through writing my second book.
For anyone wanting to check it out it's title is 'It Started With A House' and its chick lit with a bit of romance, mystery and humour.  Well hopefully you'll agree about the humour bit :)  Please check it out and leave me some feedback.  I would love to hear what you all think - good and bad.  I should be able to put it on amazon for free for a while, just learning how all that works but at the moment it's a dollar.
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