Not that age is an issue for me. I have reached the point, well let's be honest here, I raced past the point yonks ago where I have to chose between face and body.
A while ago I tried on "the dress", that one that clings to every ripple and bulge. Quite frankly it was not a pretty sight to behold, in came even more healthy eating, out went some bad biscuity/cakey/chocolatey/cheesy habits.
The weight melted away, painlessly.
I have a large boned frame, with wide shoulders, a strong jawline and fairly high cheekbones. Oh My Goodness, my face, neck and shoulder line told the world that I was seriously underweight.
My skin became dry and my hair turned lank and lacklustre.
Oh yes, the tummy was flatter, the hip bulges went away and the little rolls of fat over my knee caps dissolved beautifully.
BUT, I could not meet anyone without them asking if I was ill. I also could not look in the mirror without cringing.
So I upped the ante, added more fats to my diet and put the weight back on ( I have added a bit more this week). That last "bit" will fall off during January and February. We will be cutting out some of the high calorie low nutrition foods. Puddings will be based around fresh fruit and nuts, so no cream or custard.
In January we will not be eating meat or fish, I have a repertoire, get me!, of vegetarian and vegan dishes that we love. I will be adding more to this list and may carry it throughout February also. At any rate February will not see an influx of meals full of empty calories.
My scales are out the door, my mirror will be my guiding light.
Of course this whole face/neck/body thing comes with age but there is a whole section of people whose face shape is definitely Apple rather than Horse. IE round as opposed to long
I am firmly in the Horse camp.
Please do not think that this is a Moaning Myrtle post, I am comfortable in my skin. I was very skinny as a teenager and very self conscious about it, cue roll necks and long skirts. Bony knees, big feet and skinny Olive Oil legs are so not an attractive combination.
My bloggy friend Rachel Radiostar has lost an impressive amount of weight, she describes it as going to from a short round person to an oval. I know that she is younger than me and I would bet my last £ that she is an apple.
My Mum was an apple, my Granny was a horse, my Aunt an apple. One of my sisters is a horse, the other an apple. It is just the luck of the draw.
All this talk of horses reminds me of the Rotten Turkey reports of the past few days.
What I can not understand is why anyone cooked a smelly bit of meat and then actually ate it.
Meat that is on the turn becomes flabby and sweaty and if it doesn't really stink when raw it will as it cooks.
This is Francesca's last full day at home, she is back to Beckenham on Friday. Her tight group of Uni friends are going to see Hamilton on Saturday. They have had the tickets for ages and are all excited. We will have to do some fancy footwork in the packing department and I am certain that there will be a box or two of gifts to send on by courier.
Dinner tonight, by special request, is meatloaf with garlicky sweet potato mash, broccoli and cauliflower cheese and carrots. I will be enjoying the same dinner as W, my version of Shepherdess Pie.
I am off now to make another cuppa for Francesca, she has been hard at work since 8:00, working from home today, and by the time it is brewed it will be both needed and wanted.