Glimpse in the mirror enough to provoke the 'F' word
IS THERE anything wrong with using the 'F' word?
The reason I ask is that we've come a long way from the days when 'bloody' was seen as blasphemous and we had our mouths washed out with a cake of something that resembled soap.
There are other words like 'crap' or 'bugger' that used to be an instant banning to the bedroom with no dinner, but I think we've grown up somewhat.
Honestly, it can hardly be a swear word after all the language I heard last week when I was shopping on Thursday night.
The word I'm referring to is 'fat'.
If you thought I was thinking of something else, you need to wash your mouth out with a cake of something because I'm not that vulgar.
I'm asking the question about the word fat because when I looked in the mirror the other day, and also when I changed my shirt in full view of the Ecofest ladies on Sunday, I can tell you I felt fat.
Not just a little bit fat, but heavily fat.
I should do more road running so I can be verbally abused by passing motorists who wish to comment on my crazy little pin legs.
Obviously I need to start looking in the mirror a bit more to see how things in the weight department are travelling, especially as we move into the winter months.
Before I know it, we'll all be jumping back into the budgie smugglers and heading to the beach. No one wants to see that from me.
I know I'm carrying a few extra kilos on my waist. I know I'm carrying mine and obviously a few others around as well, but there has to come a time when I say enough is enough and do something about it.
I should go to hockey fitness training more than twice a year.
I should do more road running so I can be verbally abused by passing motorists who wish to comment on my crazy little pin legs. I know I should, but will I?
I should do more bike riding instead of down the driveway and back up again. I should walk a bit further than my car door and the front door at work.
Time will tell. There really shouldn't be any excuses as there are five million gyms and fitness centres in town, so I really should pick one, sign up and be happy.
Thing is I can't find my phone. I think it fell between the lounge covers last week when I was eating chips and drinking beer.
I'll look for it next week after I think about running the Gold Coast marathon next month.