Body issues

I'm doing this on my phone so please excuse the formatting difference, but I needed to post this.

I was getting a full body massage, birthday present and I had to get naked. You think a person who is over the age of 40 would be more comfortable with their naked body....well no is the answer to that.

Things that made me squirm:

The disposable underwear - thong not a chance, I went for boy leg.

Being naked and wearing just a robe washing around.

Although only parts of my body were visible at one time -my head was screaming... "Do not look at my fat and wobbly bits"

Having my flabby belly massage - it felt like a tidal wave being pushed from side to side.

I named to survive, but when well I get to the piping in my life were I just do not care that by body is not perfect. I hope soon.

Update: Hot chocolates... To many. Needed one just to recover from massage.

Wedding Dresses!

My 80's Wedding Dress

I am over forty and yes I have been married and divorced. I always remember the picking of my wedding dress and to this day I still love wedding dresses. In actual fact I have ten (yes 10) wedding dresses. That is a post for another day!


I went to a wedding dress fitting with my friend who bought a lovely dress from a beautiful wedding shop. It was like walking into a princesses closet, it even smelled lovely.

My friend entered a massive changing room and was fitted with her dress.

Now there were a couple of things that I thought were a bit odd:

The dress was huge - it was obvious that it was at least two sizes too big

My friend then has to pay for it to be refitted 

These people are all machinists why did they not measure correctly

My friend was so disappointed in the dress she ended up buying a second dress on-line. Now I know that we all love a good wedding dress but why do they have to be so expensive and why so much fuss.... 

I got mine and I remember the fuss I went through - I ended up getting mine made by a wee old lady that just loved making wedding dresses because she said she never had one. So now she spends her time making wedding dresses for other women and she says until the day they collect it the dress is hers. It was not expensive (ok it was the 80's) and she measured me correctly so no extra alterations. 

Follow up: Exercised both days ,  hot chocolates one! I am getting there. Yeah me!

Have decided to paint the house and yes this has something to do with the massive book cases - it is like a snow ball effect.

New Bookcases

Went out and bought some second-hand book cases today.

As we all know we should plan for these things. You measure and make sure the furniture fits the space. Tidy and clean the area ready for the new piece of furniture.

Not Tidying

Things I did for the preparation for the delivery of my new bookcases:

I organised my summer clothes to make sure they fit (threw out 3 pairs of shorts)

Ordered case on ebay that lets me turn my ipad into a photo-booth ~ AUS$13.00

Downloaded a number of photo-booth apps 

As you may have guessed I am a great procrastinator. Although the photo-booth idea came to me to set up for my partner's 40th. 

Apps downloaded:

Simple Booth -  20 minutes free demo then it cost AUS$300.00

Live Booth Lite - Cannot even figure out how to use this app

InstaBooth - Free for 1 week 

So I have managed to have an idea that is turning into a lot more work than I thought... I am still working on finding the perfect app to set up a photo-booth. Let the procrastination continue!

Follow up: Exercises nil,  hot chocolates one! This needs to stop... 

I have 2 massive book cases to find a place to put them, this may take a while.

Saturday Morning Breakfast

Got to love Saturday mornings - especially eating breakfast out. No cooking, no dishes, no tidying up the kitchen and best of all the cooking is usually a million times better than mine.

Saturday Morning Breakfast

Today was a beautiful day to eat out, but for some reason I was a clumsy teenager again. I remember being told that I would grow out of my awkwardness and clumsiness when I became a women.... Still waiting!

Half an hour in one Cafe:

Getting water - spilled water down my sleeve and all over the floor before I had even place a drop into the glass

Drinking - the glass mugs that they always seem to give your Latte is too hot. I spilled my latte all over the saucer as I tried to have my first sip

Eating breakfast - you think this would be simple, NOT....

 I got egg on:  

my scarf (2 different spots)

Over my jumper on my right sleeve and my right boob

all over my chin 

and lastly

I managed to get egg on my hand so as I wipe the egg off, I was making it worse.

Although I am grown up and classed as a women. I think someone forgot to tell my body as it still thinks it is going through my clumsy teens.  I guess if I feel that I am still young then I am happy with body think that as well. 

Follow up: Exercises is going well and hot chocolates a day are nearly matching! I had to wash everything I wore for breakfast because when I got home I found it was also on my dress. Maybe need to look at getting a bib. 

Waiting for delivery guys.

Today was a day at home waiting on the delivery guy turning up. So I did a few things that I normal do not do.

They were on my list of things to get done this week and since the week is nearly over I thought I should try and get them done.

Make a mini pompom garland 

Try and make the perfect French hot chocolate

Iron some of Kevin's shirts

So I tried to make the make the mini pompom garland - this is for Kevin's 40th birthday party - once again pinterest, my addiction, has let me down.  

http://www.kireei.com/hacer-pompones-en-serie/

Look how pretty they are suppose to be - ok so the website was in a different language but look at my result :(

 They are not the same! Were did I go wrong? They are flat and not fluffy and round... 

My mini pompom

I gave up and decided to make the perfect French hot chocolate which was more successful - well any hot chocolate on a rainy day. 

Eventually the ironing - I have to admit this is not one thing of my favourite things. The last time my dad and step-mum  stayed, my step mum was horrified that I could not find my ironing board ( we have only been in our house 5 years, how was I suppose to remember were I put it), and when she found it she hated it.

After spending the rest of the afternoon, with no delivery guy in site, I have to agree with my step-mum time to get a new ironing board. 

Follow up: I think I might have to increase the exercises since I keep having lovely mugs of hot chocolate. 

Big knickers

Butterfly

So a few days ago I decided I needed some bigger pants/knickers to stop my jelly belly wobbling. My body is it backwards it decided to go back to caterpillar.

I decided not to get the super suck everything in knickers, they seem to squish the bulgy bits that I am trying to hide to other areas of the body. 

Love handles - become back boobs

Fat bum - pushed to give both bigger love handles and larger thighs

Large thighs - make lovely knee bulges 

After a number of shops and sore get I decide on a pair that I thought were quite stylish.

Pinkish in colour, with a nice lace patter on the front. They reminded me of something straight out the 1950's. I loved my new pants.

I wore them today, I was so comfy and I had swagger. That is until I we've to the loo. There I was sitting on the toilet when I noticed that my new 1950's stylish pants had a second gusset...

In one of my many past lives I worked as a carer in a retirement home. So as soon as I saw this second gusset, I knew exactly what it was....

So it is official... I bought my first pair of incontinent pants for my woman pads to fit nicely into... 

Follow up:  4th exercise still missing. The mug with the weird handle - found out it holds a wee spoon - so I had a lovely mug of hot chocolate. Yum

Charity Shopping!

Paris

One of my favourite things to do. Charity and second hand shopping.

Yesterday I went looking for some summer clothes and I ended up finding this little gem - I am not one hundred percent sure what it is. Mug??? with a weird handle...

I did by other items:

Denim shorts - that did not button up.

Black maxi dress - that made my boobs look like they have a mind of their own.

and

A beach dress - for over my one piece swim suit.

The thought of wearing a bikini on the beach makes me feel a bit sick  - with a set of love handles that holds enough love for everyone in a ten mile radios; cellulite that goes from my butt to the bottom of my  ankles;  a wobbly belly that is like unset jelly oh and do not forget those lovely swinging old lady arms. 

Follow up: Still doing my 3 exercises - maybe I will remember what the 4th exercise is one day. Also I am still standing at the end of my path. I have not taken one stepped  - I think I am a bit like the mug with the weird handle... purpose unknown.

Who are we really!

Dessert!

Last night I was out to dinner with a group of friends.

Lets just say we are all a bit mad in our own way and ages ranging from late 30's to late 50's.

Although, as I looked around the table at my friends they were not discussing their jobs. They were talking about changing what they do.

Lecturer in physics - buying a coffee shop

Dentist - studying art

Retired accountant - becoming a pastry chief

and 

Me a molecular biologist - wanting to change.

It is strange how our priorities change. I am mulling over the passion that my friends had for their new paths that they were heading down and I visualised a path for me.

I was surprised to see that there was not one path that jumped out, it was like the path I was on had ended and the road ahead was not defined. There were the odd tracks that looked like rabbits had used them, not well worn but they were there. I stand at the end of this journey I have been on looking for my yellow brick road and some bastard has dug it up! So the question is do I start a new path or do I follow down the rabbit? 

Follow up from last post: Tried to do my 4 perfect exercises to fitness - I forgot one of them so it is now become the three exercises to fitness. What can I say at least I am trying. 

Here Goes!

Here Goes!

Morning Chai Latte

Here goes! I am 13 days away from my 44th birthday and although life is good, I am still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow-up.

Sitting this morning swiping my way through another lot of pins that I will never do:

Get fit with four easy move!

Loose weight in 30 days!

Make a pompom garland!

Update you old place mats!

What to do when life has rushed by, you wake up one day no longer 20 years old and you still have not decided what you want to do with you life. 

First things first.... Maybe go and try those 4 easy move to get yourself fit.