In order to live a long and happy life, you need to have balance. What does this mean to anyone who is reading this post? From what I can tell, it all depends on each and everyone’s own needs, I suppose. Each to his or her own, I always say. What works for one may not necessarily work for the other, is that not so, hey? Doesn’t it also depend on personal circumstances too then? One lady may have a rather full plate while another might have oodles of time on her hands.
For many years I was what the office staff back in Cape Town where I used to work and live used to call a fatty boom-boom. For many years it didn’t bother me much because my husband loved me just the way I was, big breasts, big, flabby bum and all. That’s all that really mattered to me then. I have what is called a thick skin, so what folks were saying behind my back, didn’t bother me at all. But as my girls started growing up and running away from me, and as my husband was forced to give up on me in the sack and roll over and go to sleep, being obese and hugely overweight started to bother me.