How the wild side came to pass.

As I was saying, It all started with the desire to find my plus 1 and decrease from the plus sizes to being able to walk ponder the fashionable shopping aisles   of whatever shop was in fashion; memories of Grace Nichols, Fat Black Women poems - which I detested during the slim phase of my life, but grew to love as the pounds or should I say kilos  piled on;  the love of jogging - which, due to becoming a Fbw, wound down  into a slow, rumblelous (made up word) sweaty, huffing and puffing, wheezing and coughing amble, when I could  not always get a parking spot outside my front door.

Anna Raeburn - my guru - unbeknown to her - always said that if you wanted to meet someone then go and join a club, where you will meet like minded people.  I joined a slimming club - they did not like my take on dieting.  OK, OK, I know that a packet of white chocolate biscuits is almost 1200 calories, but if that is all I ate that day, and did not go over my allowance - did it really matter?   They still think that they asked me to leave:  Shhhhh -   I left because there were too many women!

There is a point to my blogging, I promise you.