Fat Friends

On Tuesday evening last, the Mad One, the Stunner and myself headed off to the new craze diet class in a local GAA hall. Each of us for many years has fought the flab via various methods ( WW, ignoring it, coffee and fags, the soup diet, grapefruit diet, cabbage diet etc. etc. etc.) We wanted to try something new with the moral support of each other so off we went.We arrived into an oestrogen stuffed room to be greeted by the leader, a Duracell Bunny type, who asked if we would like tea or coffee !? She advised us to sit with the numerous other "newbies", complete the usual form and take a seat as the class was about to begin. Our previous experience of classes has involved a sedate 20 minute general talk, with a "good luck for the week ahead" and off you go.......not so this time. Name by name, the bouncing leader went through every woman in the room and advised us all of her weight loss or gain, congratulating or berating in turn. Excuses were cast forward onto her deaf ears, ranging from communions, birthdays, weddings, births and even a "time of the month". At this point I caught the eye of the Stunner and thought she was going to swallow her own tongue. Every bone in our bodies wanted to flee carrying our flab with them but the fact that there were women there 3 and 4 stone lighter convinced us to give it a go. The Mad One is quids in as you can eat as many potatoes as you want which will keep the Spud Farmer happy. She will probably bring in a whole bag of roosters for the slimmer of the week as an advertising ploy ! We have stayed in regular supportive ( and piss taking) text contact. So far the Stunner is craving Chocolate, I am craving bread and the Mad One is ecstatic in the face of even more recipes for her to try out.She has already done Pork Chow Mein and Savoury Mince. I will, of course, keep you posted as to our progress, however terrific or tragic. All supportive comments welcome.
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