It shouldn’t matter… but it does

After a number of texts with my Mum today, we’ve committed ourselves to going back to WeightWatchers. Ho hum… I will always be a ‘curvy kate’, but I don’t want to be this curvy anymore. Very soon it will start to properly affect my health: in fact it already does affect my Mum – so the aim is to get down to a comfortable size. I’ll never be a size 10 again, but I can live with that!

Don’t worry – this isn’t going to turn into another blog of dieting woe – there’s already plenty of those around. But it will come up.

I just want to feel more confident, more me, knowing (for example) that I can fasten my belt in a plane seat without having to breathe in for the entire flight…

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Who’s to judge?

So, walking to my office this morning, I followed a gentleman who had chosen to style his hair in a ‘combover‘ – now, my first reaction was to snort and giggle a little… but who am I to judge? This morning, I’m dressed all in black (boring trousers, v-neck t-shirt and flat boots) because I feel as fat as a barrel and I’m hoping that I will fade into the background of the office. So – not my most stylish. But I’ve never asked a man why he chooses to style his hair that way – maybe it provides warmth? Or maybe he just can’t be bothered…

I still think it’s a bad choice. But I’m not going to ask anyone why.

In the meantime – I MUST try harder!