Saturday, 11 August 2007
New Start 40 - Friday means party time
I had a pretty good day at work. Not perfect diet wise unfortunately as I started with a skinny capp on the station on the way in. Daft, daft daft. Falling in that hole again.
Left reasonably early as Mum and Dad were due and I was on the trian and had to pick up the car and the dog before getting home. It was a pleasant evening so was sat out by the pond reading and eating my bar and tea when the parents arrived. Shelagh was funny as ever, she was with me and spotted Dad at the other end of the garden before I did. She didn't make a sound - no barking or whimpering - she just set off down the garden like a bullet. Straight at Dad and in seconds was rollong on her back at his feet in ecstasy. True love on both sides!
The Olds admired my soon to be splendid garden and skinny physique and I fed them a snackette so we were quits.
I left them settled in front of the telly fighting over the dog (and the remote) and went off to the 40th birthday party I was due to go to. It was held in a barn in a field half a mile away so very convenient. I was mindful of the cold so wore jeans and trainers which left my mother somewhat nonplussed - "I thought you were going to a party!!".
It's a lovely venue, open to the hills and really remote so you can be noisy and feel free. The barn is kitted out with a dancefloor and a bar and an open but covered area for eating- perfect. I didn't know that many people but enough and initially went through that slightly awkward feeling when I go to something on my own, especially I wasn't eating or drinking so didn't have that social prop. That soon passed and we got down to the serious business of dancing the night away.
I LOVE dancing nowadays! I always used to like it but after a couple of tracks I would start to sweat and my hair would get wet or my feet would hurt or I just felt self conscious about being the fattest person on the dancefloor. Now, there's no such issues and I can dance all night without stopping and love every minute. I can be more inventive about how I dance, funnier steps, cooler moves - I just love it. And it doesn't seem to matter that I don't drink - I can dance sober now! Brilliant.
I like the photo too - Yes - the 2 other women are really tall. I'm 5'6" but they are at least 6' each and one was wearing heels! But - for years I've looked at them and admired their slim figures - now I can see that I'm easily as slim as they are and probably a little younger looking too. My world has tilted on its axis - again!!
I left , sober and happy at 12.30 and must admit to grabbing a mini bhaji on the way out! Why? Opportunity - that's all it can be. I had resisted cake, curry and booze all evening but unthinkingly grabbed something I didn't even really want on the way out. I'm weird.
Still, I did dance for about 2 solid hours so doubt it will be a problem.