The Big Girl and Losing Weight
So, this Big Girl has recently started losing some weight. Not too much too quickly – wouldn’t want to deprive myself of too many things (maybe one too many too in that sentence, but that’s too bad! Sorry…). But I have managed to go from a Too-Big Girl (sorry again), to a Not-So-Big Big Girl. But it hasn’t been easy, let me tell you tell that. Let no-one try to fool you into believing that there is an easy way to achieve this nonsense…
I have to come clean though. It was never a conscious decision for this Big Girl to become a Trimmer Girl. Basically it was one huge accident - not of the train-smash-that-will-completely-screw-up-your-life kind – but more of a happy accident. See, this Big Girl moved. Not to a different house, different street, or even different city. No way. This Big Girl moved to a different continent. See, Big Girls do everything in a big way – even moving.
It did of course help that I moved to the desert in the Middle East. I’m pretty damn sure that the excessive heat waves coasting in with every sunrise had its fair impact on my melting away. To this Big Girl’s mind though, the complete change in living environment seems to have done the trick quite nicely. Gone are the days of motherly love shown by heaping spoonfuls of ever-so-tasty food onto your plate. Gone are the days of going on a trip of the guilt kind whenever every single morsel on your plate hasn’t been very delicately cleared away (“It’s a sin to give all this wonderful food to the dogs. Eat up so that your eternal soul will not be blemished.”) Gone are the days of arriving home from work to find that your mother has carefully constructed a lunch that could serve a whole battalion of soldiers (Yes, I know. I was 30 and living with my parents. Stop sniggering. It happens more than you think).
The first thing that happened to this Big Girl when starting to live alone properly, was that I discovered what a complete and utter danger I am in...