Like a yo-yo

There is a song by Sabrina (Salerno) - Italian 80s dance classics singer called 'Like a yo yo'. Oddly enough it's the only song one of my best friends remembers even though she shows more tits in the 'Boys Boys Boys' video which was also her biggest hit.

It somehow symbolises the way most girls feel about their weight. For a few years it's been either tipping the cow or tipping the scale for me. I have no comments on the size of my tits though so you might as well just put that out of your mind. Mostly I've been concentrating on the stuff I felt I could fix easiely, like hair, eyebrows and such so I haven't thought too much about the fact that my clothes sizes have become ridiculous but just let it be. Like I said, it's been going on for years. Then I cut soda out of my daily diet, but in came candy as a substitute and so forth. Yet something's changed and February 1st I decided to get on the scale and I was not happy.

The fact that neigbours didn't come knocking after that nightmarishly shriek was a miracle or a testament to how close you get to the people living next door in a city like Copenhagen. Or maybe it was only something dogs could hear and strangely enough I haven't seen a lot of dogs in the City but that's besides the point. Something had to be done, but when you deal with someone like me, it can't be major changes. I changed little things (or thing) like watching what I eat. Et voila! Since February 1st I've lost 8 kilos. Something that has taken very little effort (and oddly enough a larger quantity of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked). One step at a time I say, and we'll see when I actually start exercising. Just the mere thought of that scares me.

But how great is it to fit into trousers a size smaller? It's only beaten by being able to sit in them.



I used to be very focused on losing weight and everyone would compliment me when I had lost weight. What everyone didn't know what was that (like now) I went on the scale every day, and my diet consisted of

- a glass of 2% milk
- 2 slices of brown bread
- 2 slices of roastbeef
- 100 g of chicken breast
- 50 g of gummy bears
- 3 diet pills containing ephedrine and caffeine
- copious amounts of water

Add to that one hour on a stairmaster and 20 minutes of situps, crunches and pushups. Every day. For 5 months. It worked like a charm but then the pills were taken off the market, and for reasons I can't explain other than it being a hideous exercise programme I stopped.

Thus the reason I'm now watching what I eat. Oh, I would also like to be able to sit relatively comfortable in the airplane seat during my transatlantic travels this August.

Here is my favorite song and video right now.