Weight Loss the Fun Way

Mom and Sis

Mom and Sis on the Magic Train

Ladies, I am proud to announce that I have discovered a secret of the ages, weight loss the fun way. Quite by accident. I just love accidental wonderfulness. No, it’s not sex or more sex.

The Secret? Travel with a woman, preferable your sister, if you are blessed with one, who looks like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine when she wakes up in the morning. It was difficult to accept at first. A little jealousy did creep into the equation at first.

How can this be? Until the trip, I was the queen of all I surveyed, in my own my mind. Had to demote my ego to lady in waiting for a while. Fortunately, I realized that there can be more that one queen at any given time.

Sister walks around tall and slim, head high, like she was walking down a runway in a Paris fashion show. It just comes natural. I’ve known her since she was born, so I can attest to that.

What really shook me was the morning they booted us off the train early. The train had been running late, and then suddenly, at 5:00 am in be bloody morning, they arrived 20 minutes ahead of schedule.

Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty- How does she do this?

My sister woke up out of a sound sleep and had to explain to the attendant that her luggage was under her berth and she could not get to it with the bed down.

Instead of being concerned about her luggage, I stood there staring. She looked great. How does she do it? I look like I’ve been smacked around and electrocuted in the morning. Did she make a deal with the devil or what?

This picture is proof. How can a woman look this svelte asleep on a bench in a train station? It defies logic. But maybe that’s one of the reasons men love us so much. Come to think of it, there is a lot of artwork depicting of women lying asleep. Hmmm.

So back to the secret. I did slim down on my train journey. What did I do? Stand up straight, chest out tummy in, carry my own luggage, and eat lots of protein and vegies. No snacking on junk stuff, all too easy to do at home and difficult to do on the train. First, you first have to find the snack car, and be lucky enough to get there when the attendant is on duty.

Walk a lot, using all your muscles. Pay attention, no slogging around. Very necessary on the train. Every second you are fighting to keep a graceful balance so you don’t go pin wheeling out of control and land with your face in someone’s plate of food, or fall into their compartment unannounced.

That’s is. That’s all there is to it. You can do this at home.

13 responses

  1. Your sister is lovely, but I agree with The Hook.

    1. Awww, thank you, a girl never gets tired of a kind word.

  2. Don’t sell yourself short, you’re no Snooki! That’s a compliment, by the way – you’re a knockout!

    1. Why thank you, kind sir. ***bats eyelashes***

  3. interesting journey!!! with the devil and all 🙂

    1. It’s a constant balancing act with the devil one shoulder and a mischievous angel on the other.

  4. Yes, I’ll take that deal too! Is there an age discount? 🙂

    1. If there isn’t a discount there should be. I shall write a strong note to the devil.

  5. Crikey – I have 2 sisters like that! One is 53 and could still model underwear. The other is 49 and is an absolute bombshell of a blonde – weight lifter and fitness guru… Me… I love to eat and play and travel and eat and work and walk and eat and read and eat and plan and sceme and dream and eat and oh… lots and lots of stuff and I like three meals a day and sometimes a snack – far too much food for a woman my age to remain a size 10 or 14…

    1. I like to eat too. It’s a tough call 🙂

  6. Oh, great idea! Why didn’t I think of that? I’ll let you know.

  7. If she did make a deal with the Devil, find out what it was and see if the offer is still available–I’ll take it!

    1. You’d take a deal that included anything to the effect that you could never revel in the pleasures of a piece of triple layer chocolate fudge cake again! Or worse, you could have one or two bites and leave a perfectly beautiful slab of triple layer chocolate fudge cake to go be tipped into the rubbish!?!??!
      Oh no no… you’d make that deal and shortly find yourself chained to the wall in the pits of Gehenna being spoonfed molten lava by a weird little freak with bad skin and a nasty tail!
      Of course you will be an elegant size 4 in those chains. And there might a to-die-for boutique that delivers nearby…

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