It is some
years since middle-age spread transformed my sylph-like figure into a shapeless
blob. I put up some futile resistance
then gave up the fight.
I’ve thrown
out the bathroom scales. There seems
little point in depressing oneself when so many other things in life can do it
for you.
Recently it
seems very important to be able to see my toes.
I stand in
the shower sucking in my waist and peering down. I think I’m a smidgen thinner
today as I can see not only all the toes but at least 1/3rd of each
foot!
Or maybe
it’s just that I can suck my middle in further.
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