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A year later I'm a stone lighter, 2 dress sizes smaller, and can wear anything I goddam
please. I'll never be a size 10 again but frankly my dear I don't give a damn. I threw out
all my 'thin' clothes that used to sit in my wardrobe waiting for me to go on a di*t and
accepted the fact that in some shops I AM A SIZE 14!
If it fits - then bloody well wear it. You're the only one who knows what's on your
labels anyway. And now I have discovered something that's better than sex, (well from what
I can remember) and is the ultimate high. I've started kickboxing. The fact that the class
would be full of gorgeous, superfit men who you can lech at and check out their stamina
beforehand didn't even cross my mind - but hell it's a bonus.
The first week you can't walk for 3 days afterwards but you feel invincible. A month
into it and I've lost half a stone and bulges I thought I'd take to my grave.
Every girl should learn how to throw a punch effectively, and just knowing you could do
some serious damage if cornered is a hell of a confidence booster. Come on boys if you
think you're hard enough...
Don't sit around moaning about your flab, or counting calories - get yourself some
exercise girl. The I'm too busy, too tired, can't be bothered, feel a bit under the
weather routines will melt away after about a month. Everything will be going North,
you'll be walking tall, and feeling goood.
Now all I've got to do is learn to love my cellulite... Helen.
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When your mother says "you've put on weight dear" you
know it's time to face up to the fact that your new washing machine isn't actually
shrinking your clothes.