Phew! After the craziness of work, holidays and birthdays I was feeling a little...burnt out? If 'ugh' was a real word that encapsulated a real emotion then that was what I was feeling; all the time! Sleepy, spotty, squishy, soggy, and slow. It was like my body had been invaded by the dark alter egos of the seven dwarves!
It all came to a head when, mid way through preparing for a party, my dress split at the seams. "Dam careless dry cleaners!" I sighed and sneaked upstairs to change. Hmmm, problem! The zip on this fresh dress seems to be stuck? No time, guests are arriving! Next dress...how odd, the buttons are gapping on this one. Screw it, (what's happening?) try something else. Holy crap, the fasteners won't clip??! oh my GOD! In short, NOTHING FITTED ME! I ended up safety pinning myself into the 'best' fit and feeling like a whale all evening.
So time for a change was nigh! I've always been a big believer in eating real food. By which I mean food that looks like food, food that my great granny could recognise as ingredients, food that didn't come in a package. I'm looking at you vegetables, and you fresh cuts of meat. Yet somewhere in my unemployed anguish and vactioning revellry I had forgotten this, gorged on cheese, chorizo and wine and brought myself to the brink of gout.
And thus, my journey started with a realisation. Firstly that I couldn't afford to replace my entire wardrobe. Secondly that unless I changed my ways I'd end up like the rest of the population; overweight, out of breath, brushing diabetes and flirting with cancer. My first step towards clean eating and practical working out was painless, practical and calming. Bye bye sloth-like self, hello svelth and happy self!
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