Fat, Barren and Dead!

So yesterday was weigh day and despite REALLY wanting to lose a pound to get me to my 10% goal, I managed ½ pound (so close) So this week it's all about ridding myself of that pesky half pound and getting myself one of those 10% keyrings my sister so proudly displays!

  Despite that, when I went to the meeting, I was feeling pretty good about myself, I’d had my hair done, my skirt was a size less and the sun was shining! I noticed at the meeting a woman that I hadn’t seen for about 10 years, for arguments sake lets call her Karen (well it is her name) not wanting to appear like a snotty cow, I thought I’d say hello, after an embarrassing pause of about a minute, when I’d proceeded to run through most of my family tree by way of an explanation as to who I was “I’m Pam’s daughter, Mable’s granddaughter etc. etc. etc.” she eventually twigged, her first words weren’t the normal “how lovely to see you, how are you keeping” she chose the less formal greeting of “I didn’t recognise you because you’ve got so fat”

   Had we been in a boxing match, I would have stumbled back dramatically onto the ropes, making the crowd gasp in horror as to whether I’d recover from such a blow. Recover I did and I replied with “well I’ve lost over 2 stone so far, so I’m doing well”, my verbal equivalent of landing a punch on her nose.

However that wasn’t good enough for Karen in her stretchy leggings and t-shirt with yesterday’s dinner on it and a slogan that I think said “Hot Stuff” although an egg stain prevented me from reading it fully, she clearly wanted to draw blood! Drawing back her verbal punch she hit me with “I didn’t know your Mum had died, what did she die of” Again a stumble on my part, but fortunately (or rather unfortunately) I’m used to dealing with this question and gave her my stock answer, which loosely translates as “none of your business”

  Sensing I wasn’t going down without a fight, she clearly decided that she needed to go for a full on knock out. Anyone that knows me well will know how much I’d like children, but it hasn’t happened yet! Karen finished things in the 3^rd round with a “You know what would cheer your Dad up? Grandchildren” with that she left me slumped on the ropes with my sister chucking cold water in my face and shouting for the medic!

 The old me would have drowned her sorrows in a bag of maltesers (other chocolates are available) the new me said a lot of swear words under her breathe and treated herself to a big bunch of flowers! I figure as long as I don't eat the flowers, I can shift that half pound for my 10% keyring!