30 June, 2010
Today, I look hot. I say this because yesterday, I was frumpalicious. I mean, like Tweedledee in a dress, but without the stupid hat. Not attractive.
I've always thought I was born in the wrong era. Since my youth, I've been compared (unfavourably) to the long, lithe, tanned limbs of the girls in the magazines. I've never been thin, I've always been "healthy". Unless I was "just plain fat" which is what I'm hefting around now. *lol*
Since Rubenesque isn't the done thing, and since the one thing the doctor keeps harping at me over is that excess baggage aggravates hypermobility, I'm taking the bull by the horns and *gasp* starting an exercise regime. A couple of workmates and I are going to join the little gym around the corner from our office, and I'm going to start swimming on a regular basis. No impact, full body, cardio and all... I'm already tired just thinking about it. *lol*
That said, I've already taken steps to eat more healthily. I keep a drawer full of dried fruit and granola bars, and two bottles of water on my desk so I remember to drink during the day. I've been taking my supplements (when I remember while I'm dashing around like the proverbial chicken), but hey, something's better than nothing, right?
So, London had better watch out. Thinner Gabs will certainly be Gabs with more energy. God help us all.