The Big O
25 October 2007, 08:57
And not even an interesting Big O, hell no.
I’m talking O-besity.
I went for a fitness assessment last week at our local gym, expecting a fairly average result and was told I was clinically obese! OK, the girl didn’t frame it in those terms exactly, I actually worked it out for myself through my BMI.
Then on Monday, a beautiful little two year old at Scout’s creche came up to me, put her delicate little hand on my tummy and proclaimed “Baby!” Oh. God. Then I discovered her mum was expecting a bub and she was doing it to everyone, including wiry fathers, so mortification turned to relief.
I know I’ve got a fair layer of pork crackling lining my body. Certainly helps if I were to fall on my bum, but alas, I’m not clumsy enough for that to be a solid winner.
So I joined aforementioned gym and have been going twice a week. It’s actually not too bad – the gym I joined is pretty down-to-earth with a fair smattering of posers (usually male) hanging out next to the weights (oddly enough, not using them?) I think I’ve lost about 3kgs so far, with another 15 to go!!!
Now I’m trying to get my BMI into the overweight category (baby steps people). Who needs size 0 when you can pitch for overweight!
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