ONCE UPON A TIME THERE WAS A SAD AMOEBA

(can you spot the sad one?)

I get it, I do,

All the gabble of the Gung-Ho

About loving the body we were blessed with.

I believe in being kilo oblivious.

I would not exchange my brand-new happy, healthy and volumptuous (a word I claim to have invented decades ago, by the way) self, for my days as a skinny, sick, miserable, lolling amoeba.

Although on wonky days there might still be a little lolling.

Especially if I’ve Superwomaned myself, smile-first, through socially exhausting activities the previous evening.

Nevertheless,

I do dream of one day reclaiming my Spring-Summer 2024 wardrobe,

Returning to my regular size. Because there’s a lot of cool stuff in there.

(Incidentally, which little fucker thought it would be hilarious to coat my legs in sponge-pudding?)

 However, even if it’s been ever so taxing to have to invest in Autumn-Winter 24-25,

I LOVE LOVE LOVE being able to do things again!

Like, you know, eat food, and walk.

And rediscovering decent sleep has been OMFG joyous!

So, hallelujah for the medicine that got me here,

And for the doctors that finally prescribed the right stuff.

Because this time last year,

I sat on the sofa like a sad, sick, skinny amoeba.

Which moron wouldn’t choose investing in Autumn-Winter 24-25 over that?

(Help me buy another bigger pair of jeans!)

Available on all the Amazons!