I was born in 1973 and was never fat as a child. In the 1970's we had 3 meals a day. The only snack we had was a piece of fruit. There were no take-aways, no giant cupcakes, no endless supply of nibbles. The food was uninspiring and plain. Food was fuel and you felt properly hungry between meals. This is my weight loss blog based on MY 1970's diet with the workings of my mind thrown in to boot! Enjoy the ride...
Today is a sad day. Today is the day I have come to the conclusion that at 38 I can no longer pull off sequins. Bejewelled (yes I believe that is the correct terminology) footwear and tops - I think there are a few more years to be had but sadly no sequins. Although having said that I do have a brown top for next week which has a few scattered on it and a London, Paris, Moscow (I liked the fact NewYork had been replaced by Mosow - that's just how I roll) grey sweatshirt number which might just pass - actually no the sequins have had their day.
Inappropriate wear for a 38 year old?
This is the offending item that has brought about this sad day. I am currently wearing my flower sweatshirt -its very soft and cosy and I do like it. When I proudly came downstairs, having teamed it with the shoe horned size 14 jeans, my hubster took one look laughed and said "have you met my teen wife!" "Too young?" I enquired "no, no..." cue coughing and laughing. The final test was when I asked my step-daughter aged 14 "it is a tad young" followed by "I don't really wear sequins"