Bairbre Power: Women are either very secretive or totally chatty about two things in their lives: their weight and their love life
Okay, it's time to fess up. All my friends know and my colleagues too, and the reason I haven't shared it to date is because I've been a total failure at it... and the 'it' is losing weight. That picture below was taken over a year ago when I still had something resembling a waist, but even that has deserted me.
My 'waistline' used to be a nicely indented point in my midriff. Now it's more of a notional point somewhere between my bustline and my hips. However, all is not lost and now that the sunshine's back, I'm going to fast track my way to summer fitness and start by walking off some of the nasty, winter-warming fat.
I wasn't always prone to putting on weight. In fact, as a young wan, I rarely tipped 9st on the scales and when I took up cycling for a Christmas cycle, I went down to 8st, 4lb. At the time, an outspoken pal chastised me for "looking like a sheet of paper" when I stood sideways and last week, she was equally vociferous, but when the subject of buying new clothes and weight came up, I found myself doing all the talking. How typically me. "My life is an open book, Bairbre", just ask me and I will tell you, she had implied. That was fine, but she was revealing nothing. Nada. This was not a weighty two-way street.