bigfoodiemama

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 he...

Today was the day of the annual anniversary mass for GASP's father and sister. It was unusual in that it was in a bank holiday but every year MIL gets pipped a the post for the Sunday closest to the actual date, having tried to book it earlier in the year and been advised by the priest to leave it awhile !The seven dwarfs were all there and my four inch heels only added to their shortness. I looked great if I say so myself having lost 8 pounds and put on a pair of "magic" tights under a Gok approved wrap dress . When I say "magic" they apparently lifted my bum, smoothed my tum, embraced my hips and toned my thighs.....MAGIC indeed !I had dressed the baby in a new tracksuit ( no not the mini NIKE type ) but the trousers were far too long ( he has the dwarfs legs) so I changed the trousers on GASP'S suggestion.GASP ( in a moment of complete and other fashion madness) wanted to leave the green and white top on with the brown cord trousers. I knew that merely po...