Attention

"Attention, it's time". No not for you. It's one of the voices I hear in my head. The attention one comes back every spring. When I hear that voice I first think I am delusional. No, Marja that voice is not really there, it doesn't really exist. It hits me again same place, same time every year; "Attention, it's time" What happens first is that the temperature goes up. The sun shines brightly and than.............First of all I keep going as if spring didn't arrive. I keep wearing my beloved turtlenecks. Next, little droplets appear on my forehead. I try I must have started menopause. The droplets keep coming. It's not a flash Marja, it's the sun. Time to start wearing your summer wear. I open the wardrobe, have a peek, try something on. Ooops too small. Must have been greedy last winter. There is the voice again "Attention it's time". I find another way out. I jump in the car, stroll to the shop, grab an XL out of a rack and than.............I gasp for breath. There it is in full view. There is nowhere to hide. Shall I run. There is too much of me in the mirror. The voice gets through to me now. " Attention, it's time.......to loose weight!

First I wail, no wine and cheese? No steak with mushroom sauce? Than the voice carries on; "you can keep on wearing your turtlenecks, you can spent all your money on a new outfit which still won't keep your son from saying " do I get a new brother mum?" Yeh he is charming isn't he. I surrender, the next couple of weeks beware. I will be grumpy and grouchy. I will however loose weight to get rid of that voice again.

Grrrr, Marja