Where The Hell Did That Double Chin Come From?
Now that I've hit my current weight on the DOWNSLOPE, I suddenly feel as if I can give Calista Flockheart a run for her money in the skinny stakes. Though I'm only 20% of my way to goal, I FEEL skinny. Ignoring the evidence of my own eyes - and scales - I lie in bed feeling for the first tentative outcroppings of bones - hip bones, breast bones, collar bones, rib bones, wrist bones - I'm not fussy which ones show up first. I've been waiting to see them all my life, and they can't show up soon enough for my liking.
Now, when I was on the upslope, I knew for a fact that cameras were tools of Satan and should be avoided at all costs and consigned to the innermost circle of hell. Being on the down-slope lulled me into a false sense of security - I thought I could take on the camera and win....foolish, foolish woman!
K was taking photos of me because we were in London, and it was my birthday. Commemorative photos for the album. I smiled broadly - OK, so I was forty, but at least I wasn't FAT and forty. Bring it on - I'm foxy! Then I spotted the double chin and - whoa - where the HELL did that come from?
In case you think I'm exaggerating, here is the photo he took...
Man, I need an extreme makeover!
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What is it about exercising in the fresh air? I cycled to K's mom's and back today (15 mile round trip) and when I got home I was so wiped out I fell asleep on the sofa for an hour. I wasn't physically tired - not exercise tired - I just felt as drained and snoozy as if I'd been on a day-long bender. If I'm like this after only a couple of hours in the sun, what the hell will I be like when we go camping for a week in Cornwall in August? I guess I'll just have to keep up my energy levels with plenty of cream teas and Cornish pasties....he he, only kidding!
