I thought I’d post a mini update on day 4 of my 33 day challenge, seeing as it’s my lunch break and it’s too rainy outside to go for a walk…
I’ve been on a lot of diets in my life. I start them feeling psyched up and confident, thinking ‘this is it! This is the one. In a few months I’ll have a figure like a twenty-something Elle Macpherson instead of a sea-cow’.
Croatian people are beautiful. All of them, gods and goddesses. As soon as I stepped off the airport shuttle bus into Dubrovnik, it was like entering a good-looking convention. All the women were slim, tanned, dressed impeccably and wearing glamorous-person sunglasses. The men were tall, dark and chiselled, like living Adonises.
Few women like the way their abdomens look. Walking past the women’s magazine stands in your local supermarket, you’d be forgiven for thinking this section of torso between our boobs and vaginas represents our value as human beings.