Capturé mon reflet dans le miroir, elle n’était pas assez…thats french for I caught my reflection in the mirror and it was not pretty. Well thats what google translate tells me.
Yesterday was the first day of the season for wearing shorts and I knew from the way I had to ‘suck’ my stomach in that my love of caramelised pork belly this past winter was now going to cause me some pain. I kidded myself I looked okay until I passed a mirror the only one in my house. What I saw it was not okay and in the interest of public viewing safety and I should mention my own health because riding the hill I live on last night was torture. I kept looking back for the 100 pound monster that must be attached somewhere else to my bike rather than to me and my gluteus maximus was what was preventing me from ‘whizzing’ up the street like I had down just weeks earlier. Needless to say I am now squatting (I mean the exercise not something medically unfortunate) my way back from the depths and delights of eating too much caramelised pork belly, golden syrup pudding and hot chocolates like a french woman frenzied by Chanel on sale.
The ‘sky squats‘ they are my friend I do them every where. I am the lady doing the following actions
Stand with feet shoulder-width apart, arms by sides.
Squat slowly (count to 4 on the way down) until both knees are bent 90 degrees and raise straight arms to shoulder level in front of you.
Every where.
I kid you not..waiting for the boys in the toilet..yep whilst I don’t have to do anything any more..yeah ha.. I still have to wait and you know and chat while B3 does his thing, I squat at the sink, on the phone..you know every where because well I can; it looks a little silly but truely its for the comfort and safety of those catching a view of my thighs that I ‘sky squat’. I ‘squat’ after my run with Nell my enemy/friend the running machine..I average seven sets of 20. They work I tell you and fast but you have to keep them up other wise people will mistake you for having given your thighs a cottage cheese make over.
So as of yesterday I’m back to being an aspiring French national,
adieu my lovelies,
xx Deb
