Girlifying – my name for the process of beautifying oneself in a lady-like fashion…and something that I have not much of a clue about really.
I was never really one for very girly stuff – those doll head things that you put make-up and do their hair freaked the crap out of me as a kid…I just had a big cuddly green owl called Orville instead – was he an owl…I don’t know?
Anyway, girly stuff…I never really did make-up. I tried it, I sweated, I looked awful, so I didn’t bother again. Make-up feels like it clogs my skin up – I get claustrophobic in a weird way…it feels as if my skin can’t breathe – I can just about manage the Clinique 3 Step without freaking out! If I wear mascara, I always end up rubbing my eyes and forgetting…and then look like a panda – despite trying some good brands that promise the earth, they don’t live up to the challenge that WLB puts them through!
I wonder if it was because I thought that all of my friends were girly and pretty and thin…and I wasn’t? I was a tomboy…happier playing football with the lads and fishing the football out of the river that ran through our school. In fact, I had fished the ball out one day – complete with shoes and socks on – and then had to head to assembly…my shoes were so sloshy that I slipped on the top step leading down into the assembly hall and slid from top to bottom – in front of the whole school! We were the last class to go in…I got a round of applause and was thoroughly embarrassed.
My friend once left her BodyShop make-up bag at my house after a sleep-over. We were in the last year of school and I thought that it would be nice to make an effort. I was quite proud of the results, but when I saw the price of make-up and weighed it up against the cost of a horse riding lesson…the horses won…and they still win now. I looked okay really…covered in foundation that was a shade or two darker than the rest of me!
I don’t have a ‘poor me’ complex. I am actually pretty happy with my looks – I think that I have a Kylie-complex…I don’t think that I look bad, until I see myself in a mirror…gold hot pants never have and never will be on the agenda for me! I am okay with my hair, with my eyes, my nose, my lips – although my sister did once tell me that my nose was really wide…but I don’t mind. My weight and my body I am not so keen on, but I like ‘me’. So I am not worried about beautifying or girlifying myself because I have an issue…I just think that it might be quite good fun.
As I said, girly things have never been my thing – I am more ‘Go Outdoors’ than ‘Gucci’ or ‘Gaultier’ – but I thought that it might be quite good fun to have a go at a transformation one day. So I have set some friends a challenge…they can show me how to girlify and I will show them how to do an oil change!
I painted my nails recently – a gorgeous shade of metallic chocolate (if I can’t eat it, I may as well wear it!) and my other half commented that they looked like ‘poo sticks’…when you spear dog poo on sticks as a kid…something him and his brothers did apparently – charming! So I am not really keen on having poo sticks for fingers…so will be avoiding that particular shade in future.
When my Mum saw me today, she was astounded to see that I was wearing make-up. She had caught me just after I had taken a picture for my new student card. Given the monstrosity of a picture that I had on my last student card…they had put the camera on the floor and pointed up whilst I stood – I know I am fat, but this picture made me look like fecking Moby Dick – so I thought that I would make an effort…
So I brushed my hair – in my world, this is making an effort! I usually scrape it back to head to the stables. I also added some mascara, a bit of eyeshadow, a slick of lip gloss…and that was it. The response that this slight nod to make-up raised from my Mum, “Wow, what have YOU got make-up on for?”, highlighted that I might need to make an effort more often.
I am not Waynetta Slob before you get the wrong impression – I shower regularly, cleanse tone and moisturise, and I even wash my hair, and wear deodorant and perfume…I just don’t do much more really! So watch this space…WLB might get her girlifying thing on…one day.
Right then, the usuals – before I return to my studies…
Today has been far more sedate than yesterday…no fecking arguments about blackberries! I tried to sneak a bit of extra sleep this morning, but my other half wasn’t having any of it…so I got up and got to work! I then went to see the horses and popped to Asda, before catching up with my Mum. I took my sister some of my soup as she finds it difficult to find time to cook and I wanted her to eat before she went to work…my nephew wasn’t a fan, “don’t like it”, were his words, as he walked around the lounge with his mouth open – just about containing the soup – not knowing what to do with it! In between that…and after writing this…I am back to assignments and research on food allergies, cravings and fad diets for my diploma…what joy! I might squeeze in an episode of Jack Bauer later if I can…I haven’t managed a decent Jack fix in ages.
Breakfast: Banana, fig, blackberries, blueberries, Greek yogurt and muesli (2 x HEB).
Breakfast was delicious…I had some Dorset Cereals muesli to use, so I put that with the same stuff as yesterday – it was quite filling and very tasty! Lunch was good too…some pasatta with green pepper, red onions, spinach, garlic, chilli and mixed herbs, all blitzed up – my other half loved it and has claimed the leftovers for his lunch tomorrow. Dinner was immense – a lovely plate of cheesy goodness. I made up some of the Batchelors broccoli and cheese Pasta’n’Sauce then added some cottage cheese, a can of the ratatouille that I use, and then roasted some red onion, pepper and courgette, added some spinach and mixed it all up…and then put more cheese on top – it was delicious and quite comforting on the cold evening we are having here!
Exercise: I did some squats whilst I was making my soup – that counts, right?!
Have a wonderful evening,
Weight Loss Bitch xxx