Swimmer surplus shame ….

That’s surplus flesh versus insufficient covering from swimsuits by the way, not that there is a surplus of swimsuits on sale here! 

How is it that in a coastal town there is very little choice of retail outlets for swimwear?  Make that very little choice of swimwear for women over 50, and on the shall we say, cuddly side too.

And, is there anything worse than trying on swimsuits in hot, humid conditions?

In a surprising twist for this time of year, it is pouring with rain outside, which makes struggling to pull on swimsuits over damp and clammy flesh even more tiresome than it needs to be.

This makes my head hot and sweaty which makes my hair (due to be cut and coloured tomorrow) even more limp than usual.

Add in the cruel mirrors, which vary from store to store, and the size of change cubicle (miniscule in the surf shops for miniscule women) and I am more than a little hot and bothered.

The shame comes from having put on 10kg since I went back to work for a couple of years, and then adding on another 3kg after I broke my foot last year.  I’m appalled at myself, and wonder how on earth I manage tennis twice a week and 3 stints at the gym, including pilates, weight training and circuit training.

If I can do all that, plus walk the dogs on the beach almost every day and garden for several hours a week, then I’m afraid it all comes down to what I am putting in my mouth doesn’t it?

Here’s what’s wrong:

I never eat breakfast.

I rarely eat lunch.

I drink at least 4 flat white coffees per day (full cream milk and one teaspoon of sugar each).

I put too much on my plate at dinner.

I like crackers and cheese for an afternoon snack.

I’ve grown fond of joining my husband in tucking into an ice-cream after dinner.

Here’s what’s right:

I rarely drink alcohol.

I never drink soft drinks.

I rarely eat sweet things (apart from the evening ice-cream).

I exercise.

Simple physics and common sense tells me to:

Cut out ice-cream.

Cut out coffee.

Cut out cheese and crackers.

Eat breakfast.

Eat lunch.

Put less on my plate at dinner.

Keep up the exercise.

Which is the recipe for me starting the day after Christmas.

Meanwhile, back to the swimsuit shame. I did manage to buy a two piece with boy shorts which will just have to do for this summer. Black of course, but it does have polka dots!

I never used to worry about my body shape.

Hopefully I will be over the depression that the current sorry state of affairs brings by the end of March, when swimsuits will no longer be required, and I should be a few kilos lighter.

oooOOOooo 

Nothing much happening on the quilting side of things, sad to say.  So the weight isn't due to sitting around on my butt sewing (which I often feel guilty about anyway).

Hhhmmmm.