Is there a woman alive who never had reason to be concerned about her shape or size? It's amazing how much is written about this dilemma, how many solutions offered, how much money spent on toning and dieting and garments that are slimming. There is virtually not a magazine on the shelves which omits some comment on this topic, and cyberspace seems crammed with advice from fellow human beings or blow by blow accounts of their struggles on personal blog sites.
Having spent my teenage years happily training on the athletics field, I managed to make it well into my twenties before even vaguely aware of unwanted bulges. Even after Matthew's birth, my body slimmed down quickly as he demanded to be fed every couple of hours. When three more children followed, the combined effect of frustration and lack of opportunity for physical recreation started showing in my body. Now that I am approaching 60, I have decided to shed my unwanted kilograms, come hell or high water. Now, this winter, starting this month. My strategy is a combination of my homoeopath's diet, a daily visit to the gym (Curves, which demands only half an hour of one's time and is near the supermarket where I seem to spend most of my life) and lots of good cheer in the form of every available friend willing to distract me from fattening food.
There will be weekly rewards - either a piece of new clothing or a film at Cavendish Noveau or a ballet at Artscape - to keep me on my toes. I am giving myself six weeks to lose ten kilos.
Stories from a little village at the tip of Africa. sandy@tops.org.za
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