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My friends and colleagues are a bad influence and that’s official. I got enough chocolate for Christmas to last me till Easter and it’s not much better now that I’m back at work, with everyone desperately trying to get rid of their leftover festive goodies. (Or maybe they’re just trying to fatten us up so they can go for the “if you want to look thinner, hang around with someone fatter than yourself” approach, instead of joining the rest of us at the gym.)
Now this wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that my lack of willpower is about as legendary as my lack of a sense of direction (which Santa once again failed to bring me). So in preparation for increasing my visits to the gym, to try and work off some of the mince pies and chocolate log, I thought I’d go and buy some new trainers, and am now officially depressed after being told by the assistant that my feet are TOO SMALL for adult trainers and I should check out the kids’ section instead! Since when? Do they really expect me to believe that the likes of Adidas and Nike can’t cater for my size in women’s trainers? I can’t remember the last time I had to buy anything from the kids’ section. What’s even more depressing is that my friend’s 11yr old daughter can fit into the very same styles that I like that are too large for me :(
My shopping trips over the last week haven’t been particularly successful, it has to be said. I did buy a new digital camera (I like the one on my phone, but the shutter lag has been driving me crazy), but when it comes to clothes I just can’t find much I like. I’m not that keen on clothes and shoe shopping anyway, but it’s 10 times worse at this time of year when the shops are full of clothes that no-one wanted the first time round for good reason. Everything was either made for a stick insect, a sumo wrestler, or a giraffe, or was some weird style or colour that I wouldn’t be seen dead in (puke green and mustard seems to be quite popular). I did buy a few things I liked, only to get it all home and realise that everything I’d bought, apart from the camera, was black. (Must be my inner goth coming out!) I really should make a New Year’s resolution to try and inject some colour into my wardrobe, but that would require another shopping trip - and besides, I resolved a few years ago never to make another New Year’s resolution and I’m not about to break it now. I'll just have to wait for the fashion industry to announce that black is the new black.
Now this wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for the fact that my lack of willpower is about as legendary as my lack of a sense of direction (which Santa once again failed to bring me). So in preparation for increasing my visits to the gym, to try and work off some of the mince pies and chocolate log, I thought I’d go and buy some new trainers, and am now officially depressed after being told by the assistant that my feet are TOO SMALL for adult trainers and I should check out the kids’ section instead! Since when? Do they really expect me to believe that the likes of Adidas and Nike can’t cater for my size in women’s trainers? I can’t remember the last time I had to buy anything from the kids’ section. What’s even more depressing is that my friend’s 11yr old daughter can fit into the very same styles that I like that are too large for me :(
My shopping trips over the last week haven’t been particularly successful, it has to be said. I did buy a new digital camera (I like the one on my phone, but the shutter lag has been driving me crazy), but when it comes to clothes I just can’t find much I like. I’m not that keen on clothes and shoe shopping anyway, but it’s 10 times worse at this time of year when the shops are full of clothes that no-one wanted the first time round for good reason. Everything was either made for a stick insect, a sumo wrestler, or a giraffe, or was some weird style or colour that I wouldn’t be seen dead in (puke green and mustard seems to be quite popular). I did buy a few things I liked, only to get it all home and realise that everything I’d bought, apart from the camera, was black. (Must be my inner goth coming out!) I really should make a New Year’s resolution to try and inject some colour into my wardrobe, but that would require another shopping trip - and besides, I resolved a few years ago never to make another New Year’s resolution and I’m not about to break it now. I'll just have to wait for the fashion industry to announce that black is the new black.