Gosh – I’m fat?

Really there is no need to point it out. I’m well aware of my size.

What makes people think that those of us who are larger haven’t noticed? I find it quite insulting when doctors, friends etc point out that I’m overweight. I’m fat, not stupid.

My husband is one of the worst. I know he stresses about my health and the effect my weight has on it but looking at me and stating “my god you’re huge” really isn’t helpful, or, “if you would just lose some weight” which I get often from my mum.

I know that my weight has an impact on my health. I am a well educated woman and am quite literate so I can read the studies on health issues that arise from being obese.

Yes, I do have health issues that my weight complicates but some of them are genetic defects that I’m stuck with. Not making excuses, just stating facts.

I’m learning to love myself however I look – that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be healthier. I do have to find the program that works for me and one thing I’m sure it isn’t is lapband so doctors stop pushing that barrow.

At this stage in my life it is what it is, fat chick walking.

 

 

Fab 40

Yep the big Four O. Researchers from the University of Melbourne have just completed a study in conjunction with British researchers that seems to show that woman are the least happy in the first few years of their forties. It actually said their unhapiness peaks in their early forties.

As that is exactly where I am at the moment, as well as having a lot of friends at the same age or a bit past it, I’ve been pondering why this is.

I think the researchers are partially right that this sadness is due to family pressures, but I think it goes deeper than that.

I have noticed that many of my girlfriends end their marriages in their late thirties and early forties. This would obviously cause a lot of stress and unhappiness but they are ending their marriages because they are not happy in that situation anymore.

By forty, for many of us, our children are all at school and we may be reconsidering reentering the workforce or taking on more work outside the home. I think it is a time in a womans life when her outlook is changing. Our most fertile years are behind us and menopause is looming. I think it is a time when we feel least appreciated for all we do.

It’s not all doom and gloom though. It seems to be a time when we decide to do things for ourselves. When our children are young everything revolves around them and a s a mother your own wants and needs tend to be put on the backburner. By forty the load seems to lighten, children develop their own interests and start to become more capable. Although, I have to say parenting teenagers is hard work but that’s a blog for another day!

For me, this year brings a lot of changes. My eldest started uni (yes I was a child bride), the next one down is in his last year of high school, number three started high school leaving my baby in grade four. This December I will have been married twenty years.

I’m not unhappy at the moment but I wouldn’t say I’m content either. I am more determined to voice how I feel and what I want – this may cause unhappiness for the people around me but I do think it’s my turn in the spotlight.

 

Bali Belly

Sorry – this post isn’t about dealing with travellers gastro. If that’s what you’re looking for, head back to google.

This is about bikini bodies and the wonderful ones I encountered in Sanur, Bali. There’s been a meme floating around lately about how to get a bikini body – put a bikini on your body. I love the sentiment and although I’ve never been a bikini wearer I’m happy to embrace the ideal and applaud others that do.

Last January we all headed off to Bali for the first time. A huge culture shock for all of us, especially my country kids.

On our second day in Bali Brooke and I headed to Sanur to get her hair braided. We sat on the beach under a huge tree and I people watched while Brooke was being beautified, which took about two hours.

The demographics of the beach goers in Sanur that day were probably fifty five plus. Apparently many retired people from the nordic areas of Europe snow bird to Bali.

What was fantastic is that they all had bikini bodies. Regardless of wrinkles, rolls or sags they wore swimsuits of all description without a care for size, skin colour or age.  I didn’t notice any elaborate cover ups. People strolled along the boardwalk, rode bikes and relaxed on sun loungers without any obvious concern about body image.

Nobody pointed out to them that they shouldn’t be wearing bikinis, and I imagine even if they did they wouldn’t care because if the body is wearing a bikini, it’s a bikini body.

To those wonderful bikini bodied snow birds in Sanur, I salute you.

 

 

Comfy Undies

I don’t know if it’s a middle age thing or just a difference in priorities but I’ve come to the decision that functionality is more important than looks in my underwear.

I had a time in my mid thirties where I spent up big on sexy undies and lingerie. Yep they were gorgeous, lace and satin, covered the curves beautifully. After an hour I was ready to rip them off. They where either scratching, pinching, riding up or falling down.

I’ve experimented with thongs but really why would I want to wear undies that give you a constant wedgie?

This year I discovered bonds cotton tails. My husband says they are the ugliest underwear he has ever seen and is embarrassed by them on the line.

Me, I’m proud of my comfy undies. Good underwear is the basis of any good outfit. There is nothing worse than constantly readjusting your nether regions, not a good look.

So next time you see large cotton undies on a clothes line know that there is a woman who is confident enough in herself to know undies don’t make you sexy but being comfortable in your skin does.

 

confidence and the curvy couture roadshow

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I’ve treated myself to a platinum ticket to the CCR. This is the first time a plus size fashion show has been included as part of Melbourne Fashion Festival and I’m really excited about going and discovering Australian Plus Size fashion. My dilemma now is what to wear!

Being a larger lady I’m always nervous about my outfits, part of my goal for this year is to wear what I like and I feel good in. This may not necessarily agree with other members of society (including my family) but too bad.

My original outfit plan was something relatively safe. One of my fav dresses (which I love so much I have in three colours) teamed with boots, a pleather jacket and a new clutch.

Now after reading the blogs from  Danimezza and ICurvy I think I’m going to go a bit crazy. I might even design an outfit around my fav pair of cowgirl boots or the gold gogo boots that I bought for a dress up but secretly love and haven’t been game to wear again. I’ll even bite the bullet and post some pics of my outfit. If ever there was an event to be fashion forward and daring this is it.

Whatever I decide to wear I know I’ll feel fantastic.

Can’t wait to see all the amazing clothes, and more importantly the gorgeous women wearing them.

The CCR is on Sunday 30th March 2013 12pm – 5pm at the Meat Market Pavilion North Melbourne. Tickets are still available if you want to come too or find out more about this wonderful event.

Me

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Me, where do I start. I’m 40, just, a big milestone for this year. I’m not a small girl but I love fashion and shoes especially.

I’m a CPA, a mum, a daughter, a friend, and maybe a wife – at the minute I’m not sure.

I want to travel but don’t have the budget.

I get tagged as lazy because I’m overweight. I’ve never enjoyed exercise, running is only necessary if being chased by something scary.

I love food, I consider eating a hobby.

I don’t think I’m lazy. I work, run a business, sort of run a household, raise 4 kids and a husband. I’ve completed a Grad Dip in Adv Tax and am starting my Masters in Business and Technology.

To me just because people don’t exercise their body as much as they should, it doesn’t make them lazy. Mind exercises count too.

I’m beautiful too, it’s just more on the inside. I love to laugh and make music.

This year I’m going to focus on me being the best version I can. Kathryn 2.0.

That’s me in a nutshell.