If you’re one of my male readers then I need to issue you with a warning: chick-ish flip out follows. (Actually, are there any girls out there?)
I’m an ex-gymnast. I spent most of my teenage years running around in a leotard or a wetsuit (I’m also a sailor. A slight digression: that’s the thing about sailing, it’s in your blood, so whilst i say I was a gymnast, I continue to say I am a sailor, even though it’s been far too long since I hit the water). Last night my mum pulled out some footage of our 1998 gymnastics display. It was a bit of a shock.
My body weight has increased by around 50% in ten years. I weighed 42kg in 1998. Now, believe me, I have no desire to return to that weight range. I seriously looked ridiculous. Which is bizarre, because I never thought I was skinny at the time.
I currently weigh the same as I did when I got married, and before Anastasia was born. I fluctuate between being quite content and wanting to lose around five kilos. Some days I get really bothered by my reflection, other days, I seriously couldn’t care less. I frustrate myself that I’m even thinking about all this. /end flipout.
except for the leotard… maybe boys think like that sometimes too!
Sorry Dave, I wasn’t implying that boys don’t also worry about stuff like that … more that they might finding reading my flip-out uncomfortable
more than happy to read your flip-outs!
Cheers.
heeheee! when i come to stay I wanna see that vid (I’ll bring the Connoisseur Ice Cream)
I think you could have flipped out a bit more. Felt like you held back a bit.