There were only three people at my weekly step aerobics class last week, all the other unemployed women, (other wise known as housewives) must have swanned off to the South of France on holiday. My gym is very expensive and all the woman that go there are rich. I know this because there engagement rings are the size of my eye ball.
Anyway because there were only three people i was subjected to the sight of seeing myself all the way through the class. Usually i avoid this by standing in the thick of the crowd and by not wearing my glasses. But this week I watched myself in my full glory for the whole hour.
I have come to terms with the fact that i will never be co-ordianted, despite watching Dirty Dancing about a million times and thinking 'that could be me, I could be Baby and learn to dance awesomely in a few days' I could not. What i am still fighting is my boob bounce. I think it's the way i move. I have some type of torso/knee issue that mans when i do any exercise I get excessive bounce in the chest region. And i have tried every bra going, googled 'best sports bra' and bought all of them and i still get a lot of jiggle. I thought this was what everyone got until i saw a lady in my step class with similar chest size with no bounce and then i looked around and no one had any bounce. it was just me flopping all over the place. It happened when i run too, I also stick my bum out when I run, which is extremely attractive. (i know this because when I run past shops i check myself out in the mirror.)
I have no idea why i bother to exercise at all because i look like such a lemon doing it.
Also today Mackay went in the kitchen to get a cookie and Jamie said 'no more cookies Mackay.' He kept on walking and yelled 'Stop me!' back at Jamie. I laughed and Jamie said 'Has he never said that to you? He says it to me all the time.' Mackay has never said this to me and instantly I felt like a better parent than Jamie. success!
