So I'm obsessed with my weight. Aren't we all? Don't we all wake up every morning with one thought on our minds, weight? And does the thought of putting on one single pound fill us with dread?
Am I really that obsessed!
When I got married, um 38 years ago, I was a long legged model weighing 9 or 10 stone. I'm 5'8'' and although was a model, fashion was not my thing.
Even after my third child, my son 10 pounds, I still weighed 10 stone. I was 28.
AND then it slowly crept up and up. We lived in South Africa, I played tennis once a week, did yoga.
Now I weigh 14.7.
Menopause, did it have to happen?
Mine started at 40 over by 50. I'm now 58. So why is my weight still creeping up?
Am I really that obsessed?