KickaBoxa Glory

Never have I felt more feminine as when I came out of my first kickboxing class last Friday. This, as you can probably imagine, is not the intended result. However, as perhaps anticipated, I kick (and punch, and lunge, and thrust, and jab etc...) like a big girl’s blouse.

Et in Virgin Active Ego

Firstly I have to say that, having been a dedicated (albeit largely absent) member of Fitness First for about 5 years, walking into Virgin Active was like stepping into some sort of fitness enthusiast’s Arcadian dream. Situated on the top floor of Oxford Street’s Plaza, my NFP (New Favourite Place), and the home of the Latino craze ‘Zumba’ is bright, clean and contains more changing rooms than you can shake a maraca at.

Bad Taste is having a Field Day...

I was really looking forward to SATC strike 2 until the pictures of the laydees walking through the desert were revealed in last night’s Stylist. Oh Patty Field, what HAVE you done? We have Carrie of Arabia, Miranda and her amazing techni-coloured dreamcoat, Samopatra and IndiCharlotte Jones. Bad times.

Low Fat Thai Chicken

A little suggestion for some low fat munching is the following recipe for Thai Fish Sauce & Lime Chicken which I found on tinternet a while ago and have since adapted to make a quick, easy and delicious meal. If you're following Weight Watchers, this will add up to 5 points (6.5 with the rice) and if you're calorie counting it's approximately 520 calories.

Flower Power for the twenty first century...

One of my biggest problems is that, when it comes to food & booze, I have real issues with saying no. Even when I have the best of intentions, I end up proffering my plate or glass and uttering those immortal words "ooo, go on then, just one more..."

The thought that an holistic remedy might harness and control my will power might be a bit airy fairy for some but, for the sake of my waist-line, I'm willing to give it a shot.

How to be a Polish Peasant

As a Pole, my birth rights are threefold: 1. the ability to sew a hem, 2. the ability to make a plant wither with just the right look and 3. the ability to do a French plait. And as the French plait, in a variety of cutesy peasantry forms, is the style of the season, I thought I'd share with you these pearls of wisdom, so you too can fit in at your nearest Polski Sklep.

She's fit, she's just not 'normal'...

Not to go against the grain but it's really irritating me that the media are forcing this portrayal of the fabulous Christina Hendricks as a ‘real woman’... as someone who promotes the cause for all normal women out there. She IS NOT a 'normal' shape. She has a perfectly proportioned hour glass figure: a great pair of jubblies, teeny tiny waist, shaky shaky hips and a bum you could rest your pint on. If only I was so ‘normal’. I understand that the press are thrilled to be celebrating a frame which doesn’t resemble an emaciated 12 year old boy’s, but to hail Hendricks as the ‘average woman’ is to further feed Josephine Blogs’s feelings of inadequacy. Unfortunately, for me her Boticelli boobies are just as unattainable as Keira Knightley’s ironing board stomach.

... I'm just saying...


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Hello & welcome to my blog...

As the sun graces the UK with its fabulous presence, the pages of the weekly gossip mags become saturated with articles bemoaning the absence of fat on the frames of bikini clad Girls Aloud and the cast of The Hills whilst they simultaneously take the piss out of those who exceed a size 8. This observation obviously isn’t an original one. For years, the media has lambasted larger women and saluted the perfect figure of minute waists, sky-high legs and pert round breasts leaving us ‘normos’ feeling suitably inadequate and predisposed to spending the rest of our lives hidden under burkas.