To help me on my crusade for a new healthy me a work colleague suggested we go swimming on a Friday evening. I went in to panic mode and could not think of an excuse, my husband thought it was hilarious! as my friend is a leggy size 8 model type that runs over 15 miles a day. As Friday grew closer I was a nervous wreck.
Thursday evening was preperation time for the forthcoming event, bikini line, legs etc de-fuzzed. Everywhere moisturised and I decided against fake tan as I would probably end up a streaky mess.
Friday arrived and would you believe my stomach blew up with trapped wind and to say I looked 9 months pregnant is an understatement! Getting my bather out I squeezed myself into it. If I pulled the bather up to cover my ample chest then lets just say I looked like I had a back to front thong on! If I pulled it back down my breasts popped out like two water wings!! Oh I think this was not meant to be. When we walked in the changing room my panic button was further pushed! one big communal changing room!! People happily stripping off everywhere. Thankfully I already had my bather on so that was not a problem but what about when I get out?
After legging it to the water I got in quick, the water was freezing so I quickly started swimming to get warm. My friend went into the speed swimmers lane so I merrily swam up and down on my own. I managed to clock up 32 lengths and was really pleased with myself. The hour flew by and before I knew it, it was time to get out. The showers were amazing hot and powerful. Then back in the dreaded changing room, how on earth would I get my clothes on!! Then luck was on my side I spotted a small changing room I had mistaken for a disabled toilet.
I ended up having a great time and I am actually looking forward to next week :-) x