TGINF...Y (Thank God I'm Not Fat... Yet)

These days I divide my time between being a couch potato and a sleeping beauty. This morning I looked at my face and I realised that it has puffed up beyond recognition. So, now I have resolved to cut down on my T.V. time - right after I have finished watching the 15 odd movies I've taped.

I tried doing some stretches this morning, but they can hardly qualify as stretches. Shrugs more like it.

This morning the newspapers announced that a lady has won the best director's award at the Oscars this year for the first time in the history of the event. That didn't shock me more than the fact that this woman - Kathryn Bigelow - looked barely into her 40s but was actually 58! I wonder what I would look like when I hit that age. I think I'll stop looking at the mirror lest I scare myself to death.

The other day Chrys and I went to the new TGIF at the Palladium (drab, boring, bad service, bad music- avoid like plague). Anyway, there were a lot of people trying to get in and a lot of people with kids in prams trying to get out - and we were seated right at the entrance. Chrys pointed out a girl to me who was obviously anorexic. She had straws for legs (including thighs) and reeds for hands. The rest of her body could be called a stick. Her boyfriend was seen helping her finish her salad - he looked quite healthy and pink as a result.

As if to off-set this sight, I spotted a white woman who probably weighed anywhere between 200-300 kgs walk in (amble rather). She was accompanied by other fat people who looked rather slim as compared to her.... people choose friends that make them look good. By that standard the fattest one must be friends with a whale or something. She reminded me of the blob type humans in the movie Wall-E. Gross!

I think I better get on the treadmill now.