Recently, I have been receiving comments that I have gained weight. To women, there are certain remarks that are better left unspoken.

Since young, I have never got to worry about myself gaining weight. While everybody else seems to be going on diet, busy exercising to cut down weight, burying in their sorrow over stubborn fats, I for a moment thought that I will never have to worry about it since I should be inheriting my mum’s genes of staying slim. Those were the glory days when my model weight and height have got me shortlisted on the catwalk path and when I was envied by friends since I was able to maintain my “fatless” figure after my two boys were bornt.

Never do I imagine that I have to despair now, not over a bloated body!, but over unnecessary comments that I have gained weight. Is it fats on my thighs or hands or tummy?  Despite Papa Ed’s assurance that I look slim still (although with a little more fats on my legs and arms) and do not believe in untrue comments from others, I tell myself that I must do something about it before I live to regret that these unwanted fats is gonna stay with me. This means no more snacking over my “DVD” hour at night and more exercise of course!

Since Brendan is having his NAPFA test soon and the weather is good, the family sets off on our journey of outdoor exercise.