So I sat on the beach eating my dark chocolate gelato and wondering... "maybe if I wiggle my arse on these stones it will get massaged down to a size 8?" Worth a try. With the amount of gelato I've been eating I may not fit into my trousers by the time we get to Switzerland.
Then again, with Switzerland being the home of chocolate, apple strudle and hundreds of types of sausage, I may not fit into any trousers by the time I get home!
No matter, that's why every women has a pair of 'fat pants' in the back of the cupboard - for emergency situations - when someone has accidently pulled the cord and turned into a life raft!
After a few weeks of RPM back at the gym I'm sure my arse will recover. In the meantime... Oooo is that a gelato shop. And yes, I will have another red wine thanks. And an extra helping of that lovely dinner you are cooking. What the hell.
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