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Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Help Me I'm Trapped in a Fat Suit

This being ill has had some very unpleasant (non-medical) side effects.

First of all, it required some mercy shopping. Merciful for the bits of me that were spilling over or getting constricted, not for my vanity... I had to take myself shopping for new, bigger jeans and new, bigger underwear. It hit me as I sat in the changing rooms of Marks and Spencer, waiting for my new, bigger underwear to arrive, that I looked like a Cath in a fat suit. It was like a blow to the jaw.

We don't have a full length mirror in Big Haggis Towers. We left ours behind at the old flat and never got round to buying a new one. I knew that I had put on weight in the last year or so, the scale never lies, but in my head it was okay, I was working on it and I knew it was all going to be fine.

And then I got ill, right after Christmas - the worst possible time. Everyone puts on a little weight after the festive period - that's what New Year's Resolutions are for. And gym memberships. And diets. :o) But I didn't get to lose it - my glands had other ideas. Under other circumstances, the 6lbs I've put on since then would be nothing, a mere blip - but on top of the Christmas pudding that never moved, it's a bit more than a blip.

So... There I am, sitting on a stool in M&S, seeing myself full length for the first time in a long while waiting for new, bigger underwear and it hit me. I am genuinely fat now. I'm not hovering around the healthy BMI range anymore, I'm peering at it through binoculars. I am trapped in a fat suit that must have arrived with one of my prescriptions...and it was a bit of a shock. As much of a shock as having to sit down in the first place - I get tired and need a seat these days, like an old lady (the old ladies that give me evils for taking a seat in the bus shelter too).

I am being pragmatic about it. There's not much scope for dealing with it right now. Jogging off to the gym is pretty much out for a girl who gets dizzy going to the bathroom and back. I reserve the right to comfort eat chocolate digestives when my social life mostly consists of my box sets of 'Sex and The City' and online computer games.

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Monday, April 10, 2006

Treacherous Germs, Treacherous Body

Hey folks it's April and I'm still waiting for my year to start. *sigh*

Things were gradually returning to normal and I was tentatively thinking about a slow return to work in a few weeks when my body decided to throw its doors open to another tour bus full of germs. Bah! Back to swollen glands, thumping headaches and falling asleep constantly it is then...

I am trying to remember if I upset anyone at the end of last year who might have the power to curse me, cos things definitely ain't been going right since the turn of the year. Or is this just an abject lesson in appreciating what you have while you have it. I never really realised how much energy I had until I stopped having it!

I hear the sofa calling me and it's time for another paracetamol/ibruprofen combo... Catch you later :)

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