Diet + Exercise = Weight Increase

If you read my own blog, you will know I’ve been having some issues…and I apologise for moaning on about it, but I need to and I know you ladies are sympathetic… So…

For the past 5 weeks, I have been exercising 6 times a week. Swimming (30-40 lengths of a big pool) or walking for 1hr to 2hrs or else doing my EA Active on the Wii (a bit like doing a circuit). That’s from having done NOTHING before that.

Also, for the past week, I have been tracking calories to see if I was eating sneaky ones. I’ve been more or less sticking to 1,600 a day…and according to the site I use, burning more than that.

So, you see. I was really pleased with myself. Really really pleased. And then I tried on some clothes….and stuff that fitted me five weeks ago…I can now NOT even get done up. And then I saw some pictures from a recent night out with the girls and I look so much worse. I’m so upset.

I know everyone says ‘It takes time’ and ‘muscles weighs more than fat’ and yes, I know. But 5 weeks on I should be seeing some good….and I’m not saying I weigh more, I’m saying that I am actually BIGGER.

So, for lack of anything else that it might be, I’ve stopped taking my pill. I started it (Cerazette mini-pill) a few weeks before setting out on my whole exercise regime and it’s mostly been pretty good…..but I did read somewhere that it made a lot of people put on huge amounts of weight….so I’m trying that. Just for the next 4 weeks until I go home….

…and then I have to be my sister’s Bridesmaid while looking horrendous.

Gutted. Really.

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Soul Mate

Do you believe in Love at first sight… one person only for u… or a thousand special persons that are linked intimately to your soul?

Let’s talk about a well known legend. Well, millions of people believe in this. This is my first post. Something to really break the ice.
A soul mate is someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, love, intimacy, spirituality and compatibility. Your ultimate soul mate (as in the book Brida by Paulo Coelho) is sometimes known as a twin flame or twin soul, the one and only other half of one’s soul, for which all souls are driven to find and join.

In reality, we sometimes believe that once we meet our soul mate, there’ll be no more relationship related conflict or drama. Many people hop from one relationship to the next looking for the perfect partner. But what makes the perfect partner and how should a soul mate relationship be? In an ideal world, that might mean no more drama and all peace and tranquillity. But Life and Love is not simple… Love is the ultimate puzzle.

In most cases, your soul mate, if you do believe in that, is the one that challenges you to be better and to look beyond the physical and into the spiritual – to see not just the body frame but straight into the soul because aren’t we all mind, body and soul.

When we talk about soul mate, many of us look straight into the fairy tales, but Life is no fairy tale. So like life and unlike the fairy tales, your soul mate might be no Prince Charming, Knight in shinning armour. Sometimes, your soul mate is the frog and not even a thousand kisses will turn him into a Prince. Your soul mate might have been the troll, but you never gave him a second look and thus failed to see the tenderness in his eyes, the windows to your twin soul.

Life and its mysteries…. You don’t always get what you want, but in hindsight, you always get what you needed… Love, peace of mind, laughter, joy and hotness!

Jewish Legend About Soulmates

An old Jewish legend tells us that when two certain souls are created in heaven, an angel cries out, “this man is made for this woman!”

It is said this if these people meet on earth and recognize each other for who they truly are, they will fall in love and become as one, working together in unison.

Then no hardship can altar the strength of their enduring love. Everything they do shall succeed.

I wrote this on my blog last week.  As this is my first post, I hope the first of many. Do you believe in the legend of soul mates?

Men and Romance

Why cant men be a little more like Women when it comes to romance.
Women tend to just know how to do it.
Its like this. . . .
When our friends are upset or just feeling rubbish… what do we do?. We buy flowers or do something, even little things, to cheer them up.
Now if a man did that, it would be romantic right?!

I dream of little romantic things that i would like. My hubby always says “well i don’t know what you like”?. WHAT? Were married. This is just a cop out as most ladies like the same things, flowers, choc, smellies, cuddles, kisses, massage, a nice bath run for when we get home…. just something that is a bit of effort.

My hubby isnt that bad actually but we are having a bit of a dry romantic phase.

Maybe one day he will surprise me with a ticket to somewhere hot, a £100 for a shop, a basket full of my favourite things or just a starbucks coffee when he comes in.

I mean is it just me?. Or are men becoming really slack?.

Whats the most romantic thing that has ever been done for you. And what would you like?.

Mudslide

I’m an emotional person. I always have been. My friends nod wisely when I say “Oh, but you remember how emotional I used to be when we were younger?”. It’s just me. Who I am.

When I went through my um…episode let’s call it…it started with endless crying. Then I got a handle on it and shoved my emotions away, the lid tight on. I was scared that if even a little emotion popped out (even happiness) then I wouldn’t be able to stop the rest of the tears from pouring out.

Now I’m in a better place. I’m not scared of crying. As you know if you read my blog, I will cry at the drop of a hat, over spilt milk and when we have run out of bread. It’s ok…..because the pit in my stomach, the knot that I was scared to think about…well it wasn’t there. I was ok.

The past few days, it’s back. I have no idea why because for a while, for a day, for an evening when I was out, I felt like me again, the real me from years ago. I’m not ‘hormonal’ – usually the reason I cry over nothing. There’s nothing I can think of that is wrong. But I can feel it there in my stomach. That ache. The dull pain. The horrible feeling that all this emotion is going to bubble out of my any minute and there’s not a lot I can do to stop it.

I could cope. I can cope, when I know what the root of the problem is…but this time, I really don’t know, and I think that’s what’s scaring me most of all.

Beauty is only as deep as your pockets

On Sunday, I went to a health and beauty show in Cardiff. Or at least that’s what it was advertised as. In fact, it was a great, big, badly disguised campaign to get the ladies of Wales to sign up for cosmetic surgery – aka pick an expression and stick with it.

There were a few stalls which were promoting the latest range of products for the paranoid, the sales patter went a little something like this -

*reluctant potential customer catches expertly trained eye of mercenary beauty therapist*

Relentless saleswoman: ‘Ah, hello there Madam. Could I interest you in this tiny pot of moisturiser? It contains milk.’

Reluctant customer: ‘Milk? From a plant or something?’

Relentless saleswoman: ‘No, Madam. Milk. Dairy Crest in fact. It has 100% guaranteed pyschosomatic effects.’

Reluctant customer: ‘What do you mean?’

Relentless saleswoman: ‘What I mean Madam, is that if you actually believe this cream is making some sort of improvement to your skin, then the desired effect has been achieved, wouldn’t you say? Vis a vis, you think it’s working, therefore, it must be working. Do you understand Madam?’

Reluctant customer: ‘OK well yes, I’ll definitely think about it…’

Relentless saleswoman: ‘Please do that, Madam. Now, that’ll be £5.99 for the intital consultation.’

Reluctant customer: ‘What?’

Relentless saleswoman: ‘Yes Madam, I am a highly trained professional expert, I have to charge by the minute for this type of advice….’

Now there’s a blizzard in between… a moral tale

I’m not proud to admit it but I once spent 4 years in the missionary position. I’m not actually sure how this situation came about, but I do know I was afraid to say anything, do anything to sort it out; it wasn’t always that way.

Lets look at the evidence: My first ‘adult’ boyfriend (8 years older than me, which would normally be considered disturbing and wrong, but I was a very precocious teenager) had a stack of porn nearly as tall as me in the bathroom, the second (at university) had a favourite porn star – because she looked like me; weird seeing yourself on screen, I must tell you. The third: missionary position guy.

As I said i’m not sure what happened. I’m not shy, I didn’t have a sheltered sexually upbringing, far from it; I don’t have a low sex drive, we bedded like bunnies for the first two years, it wasn’t that I didn’t fancy him, we were together 6 years, there had to be something there.

Then it hit me, I wasn’t ever going to be the girl that swung from the rafters, I was white cotton, vanilla, boring, plain and safe, the boys that had gone before made me uncomfortable, this was the way it should be. I had found my sexual niche.

But then the sex stopped completely. I just couldn’t find the confidence to change it. I blamed the situation on myself; I thought my sex drive had dried up; that this was my sexual future. I think I even accepted it.

Then something changed, a flash in the pan relationship questioned my bed beliefs and resulted in a kind of awakening, a ‘it’s not me, it was him’ epiphany. I always took the lead from the guy, if a guy was confident, then I was confident: I took the lead from the set level of slutty behaviour. Sex was all about the man, not about me. (I’m surprised I even managed an orgasm). Flash in the pan boy had somehow realised this and brought out from under the white cotton, whilst maybe not a sex siren, but someone able to take control of her own sexual serendipity.

And the moral of the story? By a vibrator.

Mwah

Kx

Sex me Up.

I thought we’d have some Friday fun with a poll (and idea from the comments in a previous blog). We found that a lot of us ladies preferred afternoon shenanigans over night time ones, so here we ask you:

(I know there’s some men who visit us here, if you are a man and would like to vote, please don’t use this poll, use the one at the bottom of the post, thanks)

Men, you can play too if you want:

Does your ’sexy time’ differ from your partners? Does it pose a problem or do you just hop on  it whenever one of you feels like it?

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Bras, boobs and my bum

I used to have a fairly good relationship with my boobs. They stayed a consistent size once they had stopped growing for a good few years which made things nice and easy. Even when I put on weight, they were very nice and just went up a cup size, which was easy enough…

Then something happened while I was in Spain. I’m not sure when, how or why, but they changed and none of my nice cosy, soft t-shirt bras fitted properly any more. There were gapes and gaps and some squishing and a fair bit of falling out. Now nothing fits properly and it’s not all that easy to buy underwear out here as seemingly, Spanish ladies don’t have a back smaller than a 34 or boobs bigger than a B – I kid you not.

See, I’ve been measured in the past by M&S, Debenhams and La Senza and to tell you the truth, two or more or them are crap…..but I’m not sure which two because they ALL gave me a completely different size. Which is not helpful at all.

Now I’m pretty sure most women have some kind of problem with buying new bras at some time or another…and being a fussy person (I only like soft, non padded, t-shirt bras with no lace or frill or ITCH) with very fussy boobs (very awkward size and don’t like certain shapes of bra) it’s very difficult.

So I went on to Bravissimo and they have a wonderful Perfect Fit section. It’s really helpful for understanding why your bra isn’t fitting properly and working out what you need to do to get the right size.

Correct back size:
- The strap should be firm around your back
- The strap should be horizontal at the back
- You can run two fingers under the band

- The wires at the front should sit flat between your boobs aren’t being pushed away from your body

Correct Cup size:
- boobs should be enclosed in the cup with no wrinkling of the fabric
- your boobs don’t bulge over the top or side of the cup

Now, if any of these things aren’t quite right, the next section in the website will tell you that your bra isn’t the right size, and what each thing means.

Ladies, we should all check that we’re wearing the right size as it can make the world of difference to your posture and how the bazookas look in your clothes!

I found the website really very helpful, although I’m not at all pleased with the outcome.

See before, I was a 34D…which isn’t TOO difficult to get hold of in the UK (impossible here in Spain though) or I thought I was….turns out that due to the wires not sitting right at the front, and being able to get a fist under the band, I need a smaller back size and a bigger cup size. Yep, lovely, I now have what I would class as ‘Jugs’ 32E jubilees…which would be wonderful if it didn’t make everything so much harder!

Because you see, much the same as shops think that if you are ‘Petite’ and have short legs, then you can’t be any bigger than a size 12….they also think that if you have a small back (under34) then you can’t have boobs any bigger than a B/C and actually DON’T MAKE THEM.

Now, thanks to my Jugs, I will no longer be able to buy the £16 soft comfy bras I so like… I’m going to have to shop at Bravissimo or someshuch and spend £30 on a bra. ONE BRA. That looks big enough to be a hat.

So boobs, you are now on the ‘list’ along with my bum. You refuse to fit in the nice, cheap bras, just like my bum refuses to fit in a decent pair of jeans and I am no longer talking to either of you until such a time when you decide to behave (or look really hot in a decent bra).