Swandives

There’s nothing like putting on 8 kgs in as many weeks to provide motivation for pounding the pavement. Yes, you read it correctly. Eight in eight. Sadly, I’m not even really exaggerating. Our bathroom scales began lying to me and all of a sudden, my jeans don’t fit. It takes months of hard work to lose 8 kg, but apparently that ‘moment on the lips’ cliche is entirely true. Needless to say, the scales have been retired in favour of a new, accurate set.

So I’m back to running. I tried to motivate myself a few weeks ago to get back into it, to no avail. But the aforementioned weight gain worked like a charm and I’ve just completed 5 km. I’m also considering going to Weight Watchers as I am obviously in need of help.

Many (indeed, I would venture to say most) women have body issues - and many look in the mirror and see something larger than reality. But I look in the mirror and see the same thing, regardless of whether I’m hefty or svelt. You may be wondering, ‘how can she put on all that weight and not notice?’. I have asked myself the same thing. But I don’t notice. I feel like some freakshow. I should add that, apart from a prediliction for chocolate, I haven’t been stuffing my face. But for some reason food just doesn’t seem to taste as good as it used to, and I guess I’ve been overcompensating by eating more in the hope I’ll recapture yumminess.