Friday 20 April 2012

Fat & Fifty

I am still uncertain how or when it happened, clearly the birthday I knew was coming, but it was still a hefty milestone and what heft it came with. How did I get so fat? It was such a shock, almost overnight I could feel that slight wobble around my back as I walked, like a time delay the fat always lags a few seconds behind the rest of my body as I move.
I took most of these photographs when I was very bloated, but that is a good thing, for me to see myself this big may just focus my mind, on what goes in my mouth, which I was not aware was so very much and to try and keep this all in check. Any bigger and I will struggle to artful disguise and skim over the flab.

I spent a few hours ruthlessly pruning my clothes. Much has been donated to Daisy, ( that was a relief,) and some bagged up for a skinnier day. Will that come ? Well it has in the past, I have had wobbly moments before and I can with some effort shift a few pounds so you never know.
Of course the first thing I  noticed was how forgiving skirts are, and I do have numerous tunics to fall back on so I am not without a stitch to wear.
You will also notice the tights which it seems will be a staple of the next couple of months as finally bitterly cold winds and rain have arrived. This is no bad thing, I am stuck at work marking most days and anything that discourages me from shopping is a good thing. I did go up to London last week to see a brilliantly curated show at the Pippy Houldsworth Gallery, it featured collaborative art work from husband and wife artists, of which there are many. The gallerina was a delight and Kitty came too which was lucky as we couldn't find it for ages and then realised via her iphone it was upstairs.
Kitty was shopping for a swimming costume, she hates bikini's and of course that is all that the fashion shops have when you are a petite size 8. They can't seem to grasp that slim girls don't always want to bare all. We finally found some in the ever dependable John Lewis, and even then it was a struggle as despite her slender figure few were cut to flatter, so what hope larger women have I don't know!

3 comments:

materfamilias said...

You are so hard on yourself. Seriously! I quite like the proportions in all these outfits, and I agree with you about skirts being more forgiving. And dresses above all -- really, sometimes I wonder why I don't just live in dresses. . .
btw, I'm realizing how much I'm going to miss seeing you this trip. I've so enjoyed our visits the last three years (as has Paul), and I feel I've cheated myself out of the pleasure of visiting with a good friend. Next year. . .

indigo16 said...

Mater, I too have almost begun to see you as an annual fixture on my summer season calendar!! Along with the Chelsea Flower Show and the Summer Exhibition, you had both become ubiquitous. Yes, next year for sure.

materfamilias said...

Ah, somehow I thought this comment got lost and didn't see your reply, so you'll see I've repeated myself on your Freud-painting post. . . We'll plan on next year, definitely.