The other woman

You know who she is. She's a little older than you, not as pretty. She clearly doesn't take care of herself the way you do, a little overweight, unfit and that hairdo isn't the best. One day you're walking in the shopping centre or perhaps in the unforgiving changing room at the dress shop, you look in the mirror and HORRORS!! you are HER. When did this happen? Was it because you didn't have the discipline to do yoga every day? You gave up dancing because the schedule didn't suit? Perhaps it was too many smoothies, that extra helping of potato salad with delish. Helmanns mayo? It doesn't matter, it happens to all of us.
I believe that's why we have winter. Under cover of those lovely winter clothes and bolstered by comfort food in modest helpings, we can fight back. So the love handles turned into tractor tyres, you can fix that, you just needed a nudge.
My new regime is back to walking Daisy twice a day, yoga three times a week, dancing every day even if it's only for ten minutes. I took out the Chinese dinner set that's never used these days and plan some tasty Eastern dishes that just fit into a medium bowl.
When summer comes I'm going to kick that other woman's butt!