Your Mama is so fat …….

I really hate exercise – not a little, but a whole lot.  I don’t gym, I don’t power walk, I don’t WII Fit.  I am more of the bag of Chuckles and glass of wine school of weight loss.  Surprisingly enough, my diet plan is not working out as successfully as I would have hoped. 

I put huge stock in the fact that breastfeeding was going to keep the kilograms off.  But it seems even if your little one drinks from you (and invites her friends over) all day, you really are burning up the equivalent of a chicken wrap – no mayo, just some lettuce.  The result is that my lifestyle of chocolate, wine, pasta and anything that was not moving fast enough, had made it impossible to wear anything I wore prior to falling pregnant.   For the record very little I wore while pregnant looked good – it was more for comfort.

To add to the comedy drama –  our house is full of these wall-sized mirrors.  In our defense, we bought the house this way.  Our en-suite bathroom had Liberace as it’s consultant designer.  Once you look past the faux-gold taps and gaudy light fitting, your eyes come to rest on the rather gi-normous wall mirror (the  E N T I R E wall is a mirror) only off set by the fact that there is another mirror on the adjacent wall.

I am  not denying  that this is not attractive in a sort of Saturday Night Fever sort of way.  But when one is disrobing and catches a glimpse of one’s self it is not pleasing on the eye. 

The time when you are feeling most vulnerable – and you can ask any dog this – is when you are sitting down on your white throne for your morning toilette.

Your hair has that eu-de-morning sleep thing going on, your face is one wrinkle away from Joan Rivers, and your night-shirt is sort of wrapped around your chest so your left boob is kind of hanging over the top.  While seated, you cast your lazy eye to the left only to be presented with a life-sized version of you in all your splendor and glory.

The problem (or one of them) with the toilet is that you really cannot suck in your stomach .  Unfortunately it tends to sort of hang over and find its resting place on your top thigh. 

I withstood quite a few mornings with this image in Technicolor until I decided I had had enough and it was time to get my ass to some sort of exercise.  Like some divine intervention – a rather bouncy happy girl handed me a DL pamphlet at our robots.  I did have to put down my Tempo bar and bag of Chuckles, to roll down the window to take it from her, but that being said, the bright orange and black leaflet made all sorts of promises that really resonated with me.

They promised me that I would lose 3kg, I would be happy and make friends.  I have always wanted to be thin and popular so it seemed like a win-win situation all around.

I went on-line and signed myself up for Adventure Boot Camp

My first sense that something was amiss was when it was being referred to as a Boot Camp – immediately this conjured up images of a sergeant major (or what ever, I am not particular good with ranks) screaming at me to “hardloop na daai boom” or something equally as scary. I shrugged this off to my over-active imagination and happily did the EFT.

I dusted my training pants off, scrunged up my hair, pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge and headed out to Adventure Boot Camp ………….. waist line here I come!!

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  1. Carol

     /  March 4, 2012

    Tania I live in Bloemfontein where about in East Rand as this product is not easily available here have you perhaps got an email address or telephone number where they only cost R99.00 so that i can order from them please
    Carol

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  2. I might sound like a total freak of nature … but I wanna do it too!

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    • reluctantmom

       /  March 2, 2010

      You are right, you do sound a freak! It really is a very humiliating experience.

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  3. Tania

     /  March 1, 2010

    Try getting ANTAGOLIN, should be available at most pharmacies, totally natural, I pay R99.95 in Gauteng, East Rand, a bottle last me only 10 days as i take 2 tabs 3x daily. I have lost almost 15cm around my waist in 20 days. Google MEDICAL NUTRITIONAL INSTITUTE to read more. I have a serious insulin problem and as long as the waistline remains large, the body will not work as far as insulin goes, and as long my insulin doesn’t get back to so called normal readings i cannot loose my waistline. I have been battling with a homoeopath and his products for a year and it has stablised my insulin but not brought it down. Do yourself a favour, try it… no exercise needed but you need to follow a low gi eating plan.

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    • reluctantmom

       /  March 1, 2010

      Are Chuckles low-GI?

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      • Tania

         /  March 1, 2010

        sadly not …i have learnt to live without Chuckles… u get low gi turkish delight… will that substitute for you? 🙂

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        • reluctantmom

           /  March 1, 2010

          Unfortunately not … for some reason TD put my teeth on edge. Why did we not appreciate being thin when we were younger?

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  4. That many mirrors would result in me committing suicide! Really I avoid them at all costs – especially when naked!!

    Let us know how boot camp goes – I need to do something to remove the enormous tyre around my waist!

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    • reluctantmom

       /  March 1, 2010

      The mirrors only support my theory that there are times of the day when one never looks good – I seem to be experimenting in all times just to be sure. It really is a total onslaught on my sense of self-worth. Of course this does not stop Kennith from running around in the nick like he is built like a Greek god!

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  5. Wenchy

     /  March 1, 2010

    Good luck! Boot camp type language would scare me.

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    • reluctantmom

       /  March 1, 2010

      Its the screaming and the running that scares me!

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