Well, it's reared its ugly head again and I'm feeling so angry right now!
I'm angry about being fat, I am so sick of being fat.
And despite my best efforts at
I don't feel like myself and I don't look like myself.
I hate my balloon boobs and podgy tummy.
I'm angry with our society for being fatist and promoting the 'thin is beautiful' image.
Bring back the days where women never exercised (not were expected to) and wore clothing that hid the imperfections (yeah, so what if they look like muumuus!) My Grandma, my Nan and my Mum never exercised a day in their lives, I'm from a long line on non-exercisers. Don't make me start now! Oh to be 'ladies' again and grow old gracefully. Ah, is that the feminists I can hear chuckling? Well, go on, wear your skimpy tops with your bra straps hanging out (God, I hate that!), go for a run and leave me alone!
I'm angry with our food manufacturers and supermarkets for causing the obesity epidemic. Yep, you heard, I'm blaming them! How long have we been eating processed food for? And how long has the weight issue been around for? Correlation?? I think so. Sorry David Gillespie, sugar has been around forever, the obesity epidemic has not. If the shops stopped selling crap, and better still, if the manufacturers stopped making it, we'd be so much better off. If only they'd forget about the mighty dollar...yeah right!
And if I've pee-ed off anyone by writing this rant today, so what!
No one is reading anymore anyway.
I'm angry and I'll damn well express it if I want to.
Maybe it's time to buy Remifemin.....