You are what you eat?

‘I’m just a four waffle fatty!’ This was my sister’s response to the news she’s gained half a stone and has now split three pairs of very nice pants. She has always been one of those lucky cows who can eat like a Trojan and still maintain a ridiculously enviable figure. She is known for eating more than her fair share of potato waffles hence the self deprecating nick name. Fish fingers are another favourite.
In the last few months though, her eating habits have crept up on her, starting with the button pinging off a pair of tight fitting Topshop cigarette pants whilst still in a restaurant. This then led to her standing in front of me minutes from leaving the house to go out and me saying ‘you do know there’s a massive split up your arse’ to which she slapped her hand on the backside of a gorgeous pair of River Island leather trousers and wailed in mortified tones when she realised they were now destined for the size 6 scrap heap. Now a third pair of pants has bitten the dust and she has stepped on the scales and realised the waffle truth; she’s just like the rest of us! Continue reading