One Small Measure.......Or Several Fairly Big One's!!

OK, usually these are locked tightly away in my safe (seriously), but I thought I would be very brave and put my measurements out there! They will be updated every 4 weeks as my gym self-punishment continues!! I am still debating as to whether I am going to label them or not.....I may just let you try and guess which measurement goes with which part of me! So here they are: 25", 25.5", 37" and 46.5". My magic numbers for the month of May! OK, the first one is my right thigh. The second is my left thigh (I have to say, I have been treating both thigh's equally, so why is one half an inch bigger than the other?). The third is my waist (always been a lot smaller than my child-bearing hips [as my Mum calls them!!]) and the fourth, is obviously my hips. Have just realised I didn't measure my bust, but I will do this next time.

So, the plan is, I start back down the gym tomorrow. My time spent down there goes roughly as follows: 10 minutes on the treadmill, walking at about 3.7mph - a set of reps on: bench press/leg press/lateral pull-down (narrow and wide) - 10 minutes on the treadmill again at 3.8mph - another set of reps - 10 more minutes on the treadmill at 3.9mph - final set of reps. I know that once I get back into it and am plugged into my iPod, which bangs out some cracking music to work out to................yes, yes, they may be mostly 80's pop tunes, but they get me moving and, more importantly, keep me moving. It's very lucky that the gym is usually empty at the time of the morning I go in, as I am sure that in my 'I've just woken up, couldn't find my hairbrush and I think I have odd socks on' state, I may possibly start belting out a few lyrics!!

Tip for those who use a treadmill, do not look down at your thighs when you are walking/jogging/running at any speed - they look about a mile wide and you start to wonder why you are on this fake pavement with no view!

I wil let you know how I get on!! Wish me luck..................

The Hair Colour

I swear, if I had some sort of coinage for every time I heard some old dear tell my Mum that I had lovely hair, I would have been able to retire at about the age of 10. Bill Gates fortune would be a drop in the ocean compared to how much I would have had! This should give you some clue as to how many times I heard it. I hated my hair, with a kind of venomous loathing and would have dyed it a multitude of colours had I been allowed, and it lasted a long time.

The teasing I put up with at school convinced me I must have been extremely naughty in a previous life, and karma was well and truly kicking my arse now.......actually, a couple of times I honestly believe it drop kicked me into the next week! My sister regularly used to tell me that I was adopted and that was why I was the only one with ginger hair. Nice. I thought I had one up on her though, as my Mum was almost the same colour as me. You can, therefore, completely understand my utter devastation, the feeling of betrayal, when I found out Mum's hair colour was out of a bottle!! So, the adoption idea lingered and festered until Mum pointed out (literally at the time) the various varicose veins she had....uh......acquired whilst carrying me. OK, sorry about that Mum.

On top of convincing me that she did indeed carry and protect me for 9 months despite the growing number of varicose veins popping up, then I messed around apparently not wanting to be born (I still maintain I was simply waiting for Dad's birthday, which worked as we share it) and then having the utter audacity to be born with the umbilical cord wrapped round my neck which was effectively choking me with every push (obvious punishment for being ginger in the womb). I was born with a full head of ginger hair. We are not talking a tuft at the front or that funny fuzzy feeling stuff that newborn babies sometimes have, I am talking full-on 'could probably do with a trip to the hairdressers' kind of hair. I have been told a lot of nurses fussed over me, but with ginger's being a minority, it may just have been kindness at the time!!

There you have it really, been ginger ever since!! Love it now of course, as ginger's don't go grey apparently (although I have yet to even start this stage myself), we go ash blonde....ha ha ha!

A Beginning

So, here we are. Whether you read this or not, it will be fun for me to write it. I will tell you all about my (quite frankly) heroic struggles to cope going through life with ginger hair, coupled with being a single parent, although the latter could be considered to be a lot easier!! It will also detail my epic (as in it has been going on for years) trials and tribulations in attaining my ideal weight/BMI - this will include details of self-punishment in the form of gym visit's and my steadfast refusal to wear spandex and be known locally as a gym-bunny!

I hope you enjoy....