Walking in high heels

In Uncategorized on February 26, 2009 at 11:20 am

I am gradually getting back on the right track at last. I’ve reacquainted myself with the cross-trainer and the bike, and last night when Mark got held up and couldn’t pick me up from work, I resisted the taxi rank and walked home – hindered a bit by the high heels, but no doubt working the thighs that bit harder.

One of my key incentives to keep up the regime returned to the screen last night. Ever since I discovered Desperate Housewives a few years ago I have longed to look like any one of them. This series, even though they’ve deliberately tried to make them all that bit more downtrodden and less glam (except Edie, naturally), I still find myself looking wistfully at sunshiney Wisteria Lane and thinking how much easier it would be…

The night before I watched Britain’s Poor Mans’ version of DH, Mistresses. I loved series one but this one is just depressing to me. I hardly live in dreamland and I’ve never believed in fairy tale endings but I can’t help but sit there shaking my head Daily Mail-reader style at the sad state of affairs there. I gave the second episode a go, but given the way that two of them, both apparently tremendously successful, beautiful and with the world at their feet, are on a self-destruct mission, I think I’m better off spending 9-10pm on Tuesdays at the gym on my quest for Gabrielle Solis perfection. Humph.


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