It Was Time To Break Out The Dancewear. The trouble was my shirts didn’t fit!
So, after eighteen months, the dance scene was back open – modern jive, Ceroc, Salsa – it was time to break out the dancewear. And part of the fun of going dancing is getting ready (for me, it is anyway!) and choosing what to wear. Do you remember those days, emptying half your wardrobe onto your bed and agonising over which outfit to wear? Now that I’m in the second half of my life, I get to do it all again; it’s as if history is repeating itself. I love it!
The trouble is the dressing up part doesn’t like me. My shirts don’t fit! After Eighteen months of being at home with lockdown like so many, I have put on some weight (understatement!) Something needed to change.
My daughter (ever the logical and sensible one) said, “you need to go on a diet, dad!” So, I decided to make a diet plan.