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Over here all you 40s and fading!

HG - I am weak willed too....open a bottle of wine and I have a hard time saying no, but I have decided I just have to say 'no', that the wobbly gut isn't going to vanish unless I do something about it. I just bloody hope Moondog is right and when I lose a bit of weight and feel fitter I will also feel good about myself ;)

(I do wish dp would go back on his radical diet/fitness regime thou, because I lost stones last time he did that...)

And this carrot and stick thing. If I use the carrot I know and can't pretned otherwise that i can carrot myself anytime I like whether or not I've done any goal stuff, and stick wise, I can't think of any sticks except that i'll be wobbly and then I just think oh well, fuck it, why spend your few years on this mortal coil worrying everyday about a little bit of flobber? Noone cares if you're a bit lumpy.

How do you get past that? How do you trick yourself into thinking your contract matters?

God you sound like me....we weren't separated at birth were we? I don't know the answer, but I struggle with it and like you think 'who cares' and then I think 'I do' everytime I see the wobbly gut I think 'I HATE that'. Conflicted, yes, its my second name :)

You're right. The only answer is to stand in front of the mirror naked and revolt myself into not eating yet another easter egg that i hid from the children. Altho I might as well use them all up and then I won't have to think about them.

Also, with this 'random rewards' thing (am I right in remembering this was in the Grauniad the other week), how do you stop giving yourself 10 points for managing to get up in the morning, 100 points for walking the postbox, and rewarding yourself with a family size box of chocolate eclairs?

I'm feeling a teeny bit smug - only had one glass of wine last night, despite being offered more, and have lost four pounds since the beginning of the week. I realise this is bound to be mainly water and pooh, but it's a glimmer of hope.

:)
See you need willpower like Moondogs (may be she'll lend it to you if you ask her nicely...)

water and poo counts. Fact.

Becuase you are supposed to be doing something specific not just getting up! (and I think he says use dice to get the number...)

Good for you on the wine. I have no idea if I have lost anything (aside from my sanity) at all (won't get on the scales....)

I posted elsewhere (or here, early onset) that I lost 6 pounds whilst bugged - and then put it all back on in a day of unparallelled and ferocious eating. Shame.

How much overweight are we talking? I am a stone, but evenly distributed so I look just all over stocky unless naked where it wobbles and jellies.

Someone suggested divorce, death in the family and major hassle helps with weight loss - don't know, seems a bit, well, drastic, to me......

about a stone here I'd say

D'you mind if I waddle on here & plump my arthritic aching body into a comfy chair?

I'm actually trying to love my lard. It's a struggle, I can tell ya! My rationale excuse is that, tough as it is, it's going to work out a damn sight easier than knocking 25 years off my body shape.

Tell me to waddle off out again if you wish!

At the beginning of every summer me and dh have the conversation about whether to seriously address our bodily shortcomings, or mutually think, fuck it, we're just fine.

Guess what one we pick?

I'm with you, garlic.

I have finally realised now that ds is 14, that I am never going to be pre dc body again. 14 years I have waited for my pre dc body to miraculously materialise. Probably still be secretly waiting at 90.

I think, in all honesty, that it is probably better to embrace the lard if the alternative is a pointless swingeing of yourself.

I swinge, and that is not necessarily terribly good for my head. (And yes, I am quite good at Determination too. Not brilliant, not as good as I am at swingeing, but I am if I am honest in decent nick for a nearly 48 year old.)

Half of me wants to embrace my lard, and think life's too short to fret about it, always with my mildly hysterical aunt's pinched face in my mind, shrieking 'I NEVER have a chocolate biscuit, that's how I stay slim'. And mad, dear.

The other half would like to shift a stone. It's not even post-DS stone: it arrived when I met DP, and spent every evening out getting stuffed and pissed, rather than going to the gym and eating sushi.

A stone before even that, and I was tiny. Not that I thought it at the time, and used to get into a cold sweat if the scales went over 9.5 stone.

I think, in all honesty, that it is probably better to embrace the lard if the alternative is a pointless swingeing of yourself.

Feature done. What with my helpful tips above.

Ah, yes, Hully, the magic miracle Tomorrow I will wake up and see The Past looking back at me from the mirror ... oh, hang on, it already does. Isn't that where all those saggy bits & 'expression lines' same from?

Can't tell you how THRILLED I was to see doctors have now measured what we all already knew - liposuction just makes the fat come back in diferent places! Yippee, another good reason not to make ridiculous efforts to look unnaturally svelte

Yes, motherinferior. Are we going to get quoted?

'I NEVER have a chocolate biscuit, that's how I stay slim'. And mad, dear
Made me guffaw out loud Thanks, herb!

Also, if you just wait (I typed weight then), everyone gets fat in the end (except Herb's aunt). You just have to be patient. I only have one slim friend left, all the others are fat as you like. It's great! Some are even fatter than me and I ply them with biscuits to keep it that way.

I do think that getting stuff straight in your head can be very important if, like many of us, you are thoroughly confused about food and fat and bodies and weight. And I also think that it is a good idea neither to be massively porky and/or unfit (bearing in mind that these are different things) nor obsessively worried, because that obsession will just corrode and destroy you (and make you frightfully boring).

I personally remain convinced I am the lardiest and most hideous woman on the planet, but then I have thought that since I was a young woman whom I now realise from photographs wasn't all that bad

ooh yes, Hully, the other thing I've noticed is that all the Slim Gels of my youth, when I was a bit sturdier and stockier (although not as enormous as I thought) have porked out massively while I am about half a stone heavier.

(Age has otherwise withered me, of course, am not denying that.)

And when we are eighty and look like walnuts, we will look back at out lively, active, slightly plump fortyish selves and wonder ahy the fuck we worried about it all so much. We could be out there dancing. Wobble and all.