huff and puff and blow my weight down.

It seems like ages since I wrote anything but work kills creativity,that much I am sure about.When the phone rings at unearthly hours and its the boss on line,rest assured your day and week and month are all gone for a toss.Actually this ought to be the best time to blog but couldn't think of anything but work.Rather dull and when at a party,I look blank during conversation coz I was busy thinking of work,then for sure I have to climb back to being normal.

Whats normal I wonder.In my case it ought to be a full evening of shopping for goodies at the latest food store,but thanks to some well meaning friends who have conspired with the husband,food shopping is no longer on my list.They have done the unthinkable.I have been enrolled in a gym for three months.Heaven forbid I loose weight,it may become another three months.If that's not enough its an all woman gym so no hope of flirting or admiring well maintained bodies.Oh well it has its good points.For starters everyone is around 75 to 80 kgs on average so not to worry about being too fat.Everyone puffs and pants so again safety in numbers.Learning to use a skipping rope and run around like I did in school.Young chap (lone ,an in gym) is a task master so no let up in breaks.The body protests and cries in pain,the spirit is in two minds,but the friends and husband are not about to let go,so I dream of slim me in low waist jeans,chiffon sarees and all.Considering that I ve lost my appetite,drink green tea without sugar,have salades for lunch etc,I don't know myself anymore.Guess this is what they mean by the two faces of eve.