Being from England, where complaining about the weather is considered a National
pastime, I have of course wasted my fair share
of energy participating in this pointless distraction.
When I was in London and it was cold and raining, I would spend
hours (that I should have been working) surfing through travel websites and
drooling over pictures of warm, exotic locations that I should have been in.
Then I would run to the store and waste money I barely
had on playing the lottery, trying to win money to go on holiday with.
I never won.
Interestingly enough however, when the summertime rolled
around, it was like winter never happened… so one day, I decided to save myself the
weekly distress of weather watching by moving to Las Vegas – the desert.
And like many naïve folks who had watched Aladdin as a kid, I
thought that it stayed hot in the desert all year round.
I mean, at what point in the film did Aladdin or Jasmine
ever wear a winter coat?
I first arrived in Las Vegas in the middle of the
sweltering July heat at 3am (don’t ask); I got cooked so fast, my poor
sweat glands have not fully recovered.
It also came as a rude surprise later that year in
November, when it started getting cold and by January, even the usually bikini
clad bunch were fully covered up.
I don’t know what it is about the weather that keeps me
engaged, but I guess the point of this rant is that it should never rain or be
cold in Las Vegas.
Just saying!
Ella Roberts,
I have tripped and fallen right into that “new year, new
me” trap again! You know the one where you make half-hearted promises to
yourself to finally lose weight… while dozing happily into yet another holiday food
coma?
Of course I promised to quit the fatty, salty, sugary
treats cold turkey right after the 1st of the New Year, and guess
what I was doing while actually lying to myself? Yes, stuffing the forth piece of fatty, salty, sugary
treat into my mouth.
This only goes to show just how much self-control one
loses to overindulgence every year during the holiday season, its tradition!
So the 1st of the year has come and gone, and
I have had to live up to my promise... yes, the rude awakening came when I started fighting with
my husband for HIS clothes, which I have taken to wearing because mine don’t
fit anymore, and I refuse to buy bigger clothes.
This is just getting more pathetic isn't it?
Anyway, my first clever decision was to join a gym, which has
always intimidated me but by God I did it and so far I have not regretted it.
My second clever decision was to invest in a particularly
tight (and unnecessarily expensive) cocktail dress that only my left arm
currently fits into, as motivation.
Now let's see just how long these investments will keep me on
the straight and narrow path of clean eating and exercise.
Ella Roberts,
