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| RTomens, 2021 |
Wassup?
Lying on my side in bed this morning I could feel my stomach gently nudging at the waistband of my comfy home wear slob about trews and I didn't like it. No, I didn't. It's not a new feeling. To be honest, I've had it since about July last year. So I lay in bed feeling a bit...fat. LJ is always saying I should do more exercise. She's right.
People are right about a lot of lifestyle advice but do we obey them? Perhaps you do. Perhaps you're one of those Peloton addicts. Every other TV ad these days features people (mostly women) in lycra, exercising. Obviously, exercising is big during lockdown life. And jogging. It's a fad. People who would otherwise just get the bus to the tube and walk five minutes to the office running, running, running around as if that's what they'd do if they were working. Annoying.
LJ was also probably right whilst we were on a walk the other day and she predicted that London would one day be populated only by the middle classes and their immigrant servants (cleaners, nannies, delivery drivers etc). A cheery thought.
One sure way to cheer meself up is to watch a Soul Train dance clip. The fashion, style, attitude and, of course, music. The Temptations' Glass House has been a fave of mine since buying the album, A Song For You, in 1975. Everyone was slim in 1975.
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