After my experience in a Portuguese hospital this week for an operation on my meniscus, I am back on my crusade to lose weight.
Before I was wheeled down to the operating theatre I was given a gown and a pair of paper modesty pants (knickers). Now, before I continue this story, I’m not huge just round(ish). As I struggled into the pants, I had a fit of nervous giggles borne from frustration and embarrassment as the nurse watched but could offer no solution to my predicament .
The holes of the legs were barely large enough to accommodate my thighs and as I tried to hitch them up further the waist elastic barely stretched over my nether region. I was mortified.
“Don’t you have anything larger – mais grande?” I asked hopefully.
“No, just one-size to fit all,” replied the nurse then shrugged apologetically.
Oh well, the poor surgeon will get an eyeful, I thought as I was pushed along the hospital corridors to theatre. How ridiculous that the one-size-fit-all was no larger than about a size 14-16.
When I eventually came round after the operation and back in the privacy of my own room, as they were cutting in, I asked the nurse to cut them off and I’d go commando. She willingly agreed and we laughed at their skimpy proportions.
I’ve already lost 5kg (nearly 11ib) and I’d like to lose another 10 kg. As I can’t exercise for some time, and I love my food, it’s going to be an uphill struggle. Ho hum, I will have plenty of time to study fat-free/low calorie recipes as I can’t even wander round my garden at the moment.