I find it hugely irritating when I lose something, which is irrational in itself as I lose many things. The only lost item that didn’t irate me in its passing was when I lost a few stone. The irony in this is it didn’t irritate me when I managed to lose it but unlike my purse which I lost around the same time, the bloody things have turned up again.
Now I have found the stones that I lost I have managed to misplace my waistline. Now that I really miss, like a really good book, you don’t realise how much you misplace your waistline until it goes. I have clothes that used to sit comfortably on my waistline, since I lost it they now act like an elastic band cutting my stomach in half allowing my newly found muffin top to splurge over the sides.
Without my waistline I can no longer reprimand the children as I cannot put my hands on my hips to assume an authorative stance. Instead my hands fold into my tummy as if eaten by jelly, causing uproar from the off spring and making me lose (again) the concept of what I was angry about.
It is a ricochet effect, it seems in losing my waistline I also lost ability to touch my toes, wear fashionable non elasticated clothes and partake in any kind of activity without losing my breathe.
I need to find it, living without it is a bit of an arse.
I think I left a huge chunk of it in the gym the last time I went which was about a year ago. I may have also dropped a bit in my trainers which are out in the shed. I had a euraka moment last night when I thought I had left it in a box of quality streets so I ate the box and dammit it wasn’t in there either.
So please be sensitive when you see me, a round bouncing ball with arms, legs and a head. This curious appearance is not my fault, I just need to re lose the stones that I found again and then find the waistline that I subsequently lost in return.
Easy really…
Easier said than done! With all that life has thrown at you who wouldn’t find solace in a tub of quality streets and a bottle of pinot! You’re gorgeous x
Sent
you are bias
What are you like?! You’re actually gorgeous and if I were that way inclined think I’d probably fancy you. Or ask you out to pizza express for a stuffed crust and wine ( yes – I do good hot dates don’t I?)
I lost my waist in 2009. I left mine in London but hoping I’ll find it one day.
*flutters eyelashes*
Agreee You’re a total gorgebag! And You can be forgiven for being a bit irresponsible with it, you’ve had a lot going on after all. xxx
you are also bias
I see my body as the lived in look.And I think we’re more critical of ourselves when it comes to ‘holdy on bits’.Nah, your alright *passes Jaffa cake*
God I love Jaffas….
Ahh you’re a gorgeous hunk of Northerness, just show more breast and no one will notice!
Mich x
LOL!!!!!
oh have some chocolate!
You are not helping!
Don’t be hard on your self …. you’ll find it again – I lost mine in the nutella jar. X.
was it waiting at the bottom?
I’ll have you running up the hill from Coombemill when you visit, I promise your wasteline will be waiting at the top!
Really? Can I drive?