Recently I braved myself to go before that bathroom oracle, which can make you feel happy or depressed - The scales!
It decreed, even after checking twice, that I was thirteen stone.
I feared this would happen. Lately my stomach has been expanding in a way I find embarrasing, and I have noticed a hint of double chin in the mirror. Gone are the days I had, up until the age of twenty-five, when I could eat anything and everything and not put on weight. My metabolism has been wreaking smug vengance.
Well no it hasn't quite! It's my fault for being a greedy guts and having a liking for too many snacks (usually the wrong things such as biscuits, chocolate, crisps, lots of fizzzy drinks etc..). In fact, if I still went on a semi regular pilgrimage to McDonald's (which just about ended after watching Super Size Me), the situation might be worse.
I wonder if I should be bothered, after all I am not bothered about anyone else's weight (unless they are definetly over twenty stone and then I seriously worry for their health), so why do I get mildly depressed about any sign of weight on me? If anything I should be greatful that I don't look as I did at eighteen, which was that of someone who looked like they were stranded on a desert island or a hostage just released after several months or years of incarceration.
Well there is my health I suppose. I don't eat enough healthy food and am awareof the fact that, now I am thirty, I should really be taking more care of myself. I still remember that night a few years ago, waking up with an extremely bad attack of indigestion only weeks after seeing a documentary about Richard Beckinsale, and convinced I was having a heart attack (there have been cases of people being rushed to hospital with severe indigestion, under the belief that they are having a heart attack, and believe me it is no laughing matter).
Am I being a bit over anxious? Well perhaps, but it is no bad thing to be concerned about your health and to lose a bit of weight, so (inspired by Lola's blogging on losing weight) what I intend to do is lose a few pounds (until I am near twelve stone), and keep you posted on my progress. That will give me a sense of responsibility and it will give you a bit of boredom, I mean entertainment!