So, I am trying to lose some weight. Medication, chocolate and too much wine have combined against me. My well meaning neighbor asked me recently if I was having another baby. 'No, Just fat! But thanks for asking!!'
A few weeks ago, I had a brain wave. It is notoriously hard to
I picked up a couple of hula hoops from Big W and was filled with a new motivation and sense of purpose. I was ready to hula the shit outta that hoop and lose my wine belly before you could say, "Semillion Blanc, anyone?"
But guess what? I can't hula hoop.
That thing hit the floor a millisecond after I flung it around my waist. My hips and waist seemed to be fighting on opposite sides of a very uncoordinated battle.
The thing is, I just ASSUMED I would be able to do it. Who knew that hula hooping is an acquired talent?!? I thought everyone could do it.
I told my Lovely Husband of my failure.
Lovely Husband: "Show me. Surely it can't be that bad?"
Fling. Clatter. (the sound of stupid hoop hitting the floor)
Lovely Husband: "Wow. I thought it would at least go around once or twice. You really can't do that, can you?"
Me: "I KNOW! It is so disappointing and confusing 'cos I was REALLY AWESOME at hula hooping on the Wii."
Lovely Husband: "You realise there is no actual hoop involved with Wii hula hooping. It's just wiggling your hips."
Me: "Hhhmmm. That explains a lot."