Cambridge Mummy … with an open letter

Dear Older Lady at the swimming pool at our lovely private hotel that we pay to be members of…

Please do not tell my son that he cannot do a sitting dive from the side of the pool. Please do not complain about children being in swimming pools because they splash too much and make your hair wet. I think you’ve got more to worry about than wet hair – your bright blue, badly applied eyeshadow would be a better thing for you to focus on. You are lucky that neither E or W saw fit to comment on it like they usually would, because I would have died laughing.

And apparently you’d already started on the other 3 and a half year old swimming there with his mummy. Seriously love, get a life, and a hair cap if you’re that worried about your hair. And if I had seen you in the changing rooms, and so much as dared to give me another piece of unsolicited opinion and input, I would have told you exactly where to shove it, and it would not be pretty. (The boys were changing with daddy today, so I could have used the wording I reserve for idiots like you, without their little ears being shocked….)

God willing, you’re also a member of the hotel, so we can splash and have fun at your expense next weekend, because you need to get the message. Children doing activity is fun and good. And if Rory McGrath can swim in that pool, being 10 times the size that my son is, and splash his way up and down the pool, then my son should be able to as well. So shove it.

 

The Cambridge Mummy blog on: Shifting the flubber

Swimming for Liz Weston Cambridge Mummy Marketing Communications Expert

This is not me ;)

The one thing I don’t write about, anywhere, is my weight. Lots of other people do, and write really well about it. So for now, I just want to put it out there. I’m tired of being fat, of having problems with my tummy being so big, of having a horrible muffin top that keeps leaping out of my jeans. I know that I’m not that big, I know I could be bigger, I know I should be grateful for being who I am and looking like I do, but I want to feel better in my body.

So I’m fixing it. I’m eating less crap. And I’m swimming. And tonight I’ve done my best swim to date. 101 lengths, which are half of proper lengths, but involve lots of turning around, so I think they should count for more ;) And now I’m going to bed. Sweating. And in need of a shower in the morning.

I’ll write more positively about it tomorrow but for now I’m putting a marker in the sand. I’m going to kick my flubbers ass.

PS. If anyone could quote some research, true or otherwise, saying that if I lose weight my hair will grown quicker. There’s nothing like motivation!!!!

PPS. Image courtesy of arzunsushii.blogspot.com

 

 

Liz Weston is Cambridge Mummy, a self employed, full time working, mummy blogger and mummy to two lovely boys and wife to Lovely Bloke. They live in Cambridge (I know, but it’s good to be clear) and have a lovely life together. Most of the time.