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smokingbootAfter a long stint of shows I came home to find our baskets and tubs full of Spring flowers, and our old broken side gate replaced by a pretty white picket one, all courtesy of the mighty home-making powers of larians!
The old gate has depressed me for years, broken and scraped like a rotting tooth...but this new one is so pristine, and we are surrounded by narcissi and primroses, happy little heather plants and pretty purple and white croci, plus some strange bobbly little plant I like but can't identify.
Added to all this is my early morning discovery that I'm back to 9 stone exactly, the weight I was at 19. In those days, no-one talked about BMI and anorexia nervosa was something that happened to very few while bulemia was unheard of. Then you had a 'fashionable weight' and a 'healthy weight', and in Britain, it was all about feet and inches, stones and pounds. The metric system turned up and I was too lazy to care. For a woman of 5' 4, yeroldetypedocs would say the healthy weight was 9 stone (58 kilos? something like that) and I gently wandered away from that, with the pill and chocolate love, and years of eating far too well, and lots of fats and sugars to ward off the rain and cold.
They tell you dreadful fibs about the pill. I remember going on one brand that was supposed to have minimal side effects - I put on masses of weight and within two months, my breasts reached Venus of Willendorf proportions. They said it was because I was so much more relaxed I was probably eating more. I promised them I never get that relaxed - that short of stuffing my face on cake and beer from morning to night, nothing could explain my new and frankly alarming voluptuousness.They just laughed, and changed my brand to one that gave me free migraines and heavy periods instead. Sometimes it is not so easy to be a girl.
All long ago.Now, here I am again, sans pill if not exactly chocolate free, and I love the way my body looks! My tum's a bit softer than I would like, so if anyone knows good exercises for keeping that bit flat and trim, I would love to hear. But it's nice to look at myself and smile again - this is the me I remember, a light girl with neither too much nor too little. This has all come down to adrenalin, night shows run on caffeine, andlarians ability to cook fantastic weight watcher meals.
In fact, just about all my new found delight is down tolarians efforts, one way and another. Spring is here and I am home again. Time to sleep!
larians! The old gate has depressed me for years, broken and scraped like a rotting tooth...but this new one is so pristine, and we are surrounded by narcissi and primroses, happy little heather plants and pretty purple and white croci, plus some strange bobbly little plant I like but can't identify.
Added to all this is my early morning discovery that I'm back to 9 stone exactly, the weight I was at 19. In those days, no-one talked about BMI and anorexia nervosa was something that happened to very few while bulemia was unheard of. Then you had a 'fashionable weight' and a 'healthy weight', and in Britain, it was all about feet and inches, stones and pounds. The metric system turned up and I was too lazy to care. For a woman of 5' 4, yeroldetypedocs would say the healthy weight was 9 stone (58 kilos? something like that) and I gently wandered away from that, with the pill and chocolate love, and years of eating far too well, and lots of fats and sugars to ward off the rain and cold.
They tell you dreadful fibs about the pill. I remember going on one brand that was supposed to have minimal side effects - I put on masses of weight and within two months, my breasts reached Venus of Willendorf proportions. They said it was because I was so much more relaxed I was probably eating more. I promised them I never get that relaxed - that short of stuffing my face on cake and beer from morning to night, nothing could explain my new and frankly alarming voluptuousness.They just laughed, and changed my brand to one that gave me free migraines and heavy periods instead. Sometimes it is not so easy to be a girl.
All long ago.Now, here I am again, sans pill if not exactly chocolate free, and I love the way my body looks! My tum's a bit softer than I would like, so if anyone knows good exercises for keeping that bit flat and trim, I would love to hear. But it's nice to look at myself and smile again - this is the me I remember, a light girl with neither too much nor too little. This has all come down to adrenalin, night shows run on caffeine, and
larians ability to cook fantastic weight watcher meals. In fact, just about all my new found delight is down to
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Date: 2008-03-05 01:45 pm (UTC)It shows, gorgeous girl, you've always walked as if you don't deign to touch the base clay, but lately you move like silk on water. Happy silk, that can't quite keep still for the the urge to boogie.
Give the dear chap a manly thigh slapping hug for me ?
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Date: 2008-03-05 03:18 pm (UTC)Blimey.
Many many fibs I was told.
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Date: 2008-03-05 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-05 10:35 pm (UTC)I am sorry I have not been able to make it to meeting. It has been a strange and not entirely easy time, and I cannot explain it without great difficulty. I hope we can meet up soon.
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Date: 2008-03-06 10:18 am (UTC)Darling girl, We'll get together when the time comes and talk the sun up.
Part of the reason I was so vehment was to make sure that you weren't sitting alone in a corner having a rotten time.
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Date: 2008-03-06 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-03-07 09:47 am (UTC)Coffee, Cake, Conversation, Kisses, Kittens, and Kindness.
Also (hugs) just to remind you that you are greatly loved.