Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Hey peeps,

So it's been a loooong time since I was here! And 10 days since I said I would be back on deck. Sorry about that! I've been ker-azy busy with work and uni and friends and family and all that fun stuff. It's like John Lennon says: life is what happens when you're making other plans!

And that's why, ladies and gents, I've come to the difficult decision to take an indefinite break from Three Piece Suite. I started the blog because I had a lot to say about the weird, weird world of weight loss. I wanted to help other people see what I see: that it's vital we look past all the lies we're fed by the multi-billion dollar slimming industry to the truth of the matter, which is that eating well and exercising regularly are the ONLY ways to safely lose weight and keep it off for life.

Now I feel like, well, my work here is done. I've tried to explore some of the thorny social and political issues surrounding weight and body image and why we believe the things we believe. I don't feel I can be any more explicit with my message: to get slim, you have to get real. It all comes down to YOU.

I know you haven't always agreed with my thoughts on weight loss but, for the most part, your comments and criticism have been constructive and thought provoking, and for that I thank you from the bottom of my heart. There's nothing like a hearty debate!

But for now I need to go and do some other things. I have a screenplay to write, for one. (God, that sounds pretentious! But I really do - it's my major uni assignment!) I have an increasingly humanoid dog to entertain. I have five months to plan the most kick-arse 30th birthday fiesta ever. I have a trip to New York and London to look forward to. I have a lovely, lovely husband to look after.

I'll miss blogging and I'm pretty sure I'll be back in some other guise. But next time I'm going to come back as me, not Kitty the weight-loss warrior! From time to time I may pop back here and delve into the world of weight loss once more. If not, I'll catch you elsewhere on the information superhighway!

I hope you've learned something here. I hope you've been encouraged to think about taking care of yourself in a new way. I hope you've realised that there are no quick fixes, that only YOU have the power (and the responsibility) to ensure you are healthy and happy, inside and out.

Take care... and keep it real y'all!


Monday, March 22, 2010

Back soon!

Morning girls and boys!

Apologies for my absence from the blogsphere... unfortunately it's going to continue for a couple more weeks. I'm studying part-time and have a very full-on week at uni, then I'm going to Radelaide for the wedding of an awesome friend and THEN I'm going on a much-needed holiday.

I'll be back on deck on April 9. Have fun til then!


Sunday, March 7, 2010

The wisdom of age

I haven't quite got to grips with Twitter yet (even though I have an account - you can follow me here) but there are a few Tweeps that I really get a kick out of. One of those is Shit My Dad Says in which 29-year-old Justin shares the no-holds-barred wisdom of his 74-year-old father.

To say the dad is blunt is putting it mildly; he swears a lot and refuses to sugar coat his pearls of wisdom. But the man makes sense - so much so, those US TV bods are making a television series based on his truisms.

Take this little quip, for instance:

"I lost 20 pounds...How? I drank bear piss and took up fencing. How the fuck you think, son? I exercised."

A man after my own heart.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Is this child abuse?

These images are disturbing, to say the least.

This is Pang Ya, a two-year-old girl from rural China with a terribly serious weight problem. Yes, you read that correctly: she is TWO YEARS OLD and weighs 41kg - as much as an average Chinese adult woman.

Her parents admit their daughter has "a healthy appetite" but say they're at a loss as to how to bring her back into a healthy weight range. "Doctors can't figure out the reasons for her obesity, which worries us a lot," says her father. Quite rightly.

China is a rich country, but many people in the rural provinces are impoverished and poorly educated. Which is what makes me think something besides the usual "eating too much, moving too little" situation is
going on in Pang Ya's case - her parents may not have the nutritional knowledge that many people in wealthy locales have, but they probably don't have the money to be feeding their child calorie and fat-laden convenience foods either.

But is that an excuse? As one commentator pointed out, if this case had occurred in a western nation, this girl's parents would be under investigation by child welfare authorities.

It's a tricky situation. I just hope Pang Ya gets the help she needs quickly, or her future is far from bright.

(Also, what the hell does a two year old need a mobile phone for? Who is she calling?!)

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Check this out.

Sometimes there are just no words.

Monday, March 1, 2010

For the record

Good morning one and all; hope you had a lovely weekend!

I just have a little public service announcement to kick off the week...

I get that by choosing to blog about a topic as complex, emotional and occasionally controversial as weight loss I open myself up to criticism. I appreciate that not everyone will agree with the opinions I express, and that some of you will want to tell me about it.

That's totally cool with me.

Think something I've written is totally wrong? By all means, let me know. Reckon I've muddled up my facts or based a post on dud information? Let me hear it. I welcome your views - be they positive or negative - on what I've written.

What I do not welcome, however - in fact, what I reject 100 per cent - is attacks on me as a person. And yes, I'm speaking to just a handful of people here. I'm glad some of you feel personally engaged with me as a result of what I write but, at the end of the day, you don't really know anything about me or what makes me tick. I share my thoughts with you on one thing and one thing only.

That's all I want to say. Except for one final thing: anyone who would go out of their way to tell me that I'm nasty and morally irredeemable might want to consider the old adage about the pot and the kettle.

Have a great week!

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Guilty, your honour

So I didn't post yesterday, and I feel guilty about that. I took a day off and went to visit a friend who's just moved to an idyllic country hamlet a couple of hours from Sydney. It was a lovely day - but guilt was a recurring theme!

My friend has a nine-week-old baby girl and, like most new mothers, is now wracked with guilt about, oh, pretty much everything. When bub sleeps through a feed, she feels guilty that her child is going hungry. But when she wakes her up to feed her, she feels guilty about that, too. When she pops out and leaves the little'un with her dad, she feels guilty that she's abandoning her offspring. But when she takes the baby with her she feels she's depriving her partner of quality time with his daughter - guilt city!

I don't have kids, but I hear from my friends who do that when you give birth to a child you're also bringing a heavy and constant burden of guilt into the world. The thing is, I don't think this guilty conscience is the sole preserve of mums. I think it's women in general.

I feel guilty all the time. As I said at the start of this post, I felt guilty that I didn't post yesterday. I also felt guilty that I gave myself a day off hustling for my next freelance commission to go swanning about the countryside. I felt guilty that I imposed on my mate for a whole day when she was probably tired and overwhelmed and had a million better things she could have been doing. I even felt guilty that I had our car for the day and Mr Kitty had to get the bus home - even though I got up at the crack of dawn to drive him to work!

If you're trying to lose weight, I'll bet that guilt is your ever-present companion. You feel guilty if you exceed your daily calorie limit or have a cheeky glass of wine on a Friday night or skip the gym. You feel guilty when your kids complain they don't want to eat your healthy meals or your husband moans when you ask him to join you on your morning walk. You feel guilty for spending money on health magazines or weight-loss books. You feel guilty for buying that new pair of shoes or a cute top - because you're overweight and you don't deserve nice things until you're thin, right?

It's bloody exhausting, isn't it?

Unfortunately, I don't have any advice on how to rid yourself of guilt for good. I think that, as women, the sad fact is we'll always carry guilt with us, because we'll always feel responsible for the care and wellbeing of those around us. But I am going to suggest two things that I think might help...

Firstly, remember this one thing: you are entitled to take the time and put the effort into caring for your health - both physical and emotional. Whatever other obligations and commitments you have in your life, this is your number one priority.

Secondly - and this one is borrowed from my mate's mothers' group - try this little exercise: write down five things that you feel really, really guilty about; things that drive you crazy and that you'd really like to let go of. Put that list in an envelope and seal it. Then burn that envelope or tear it into a million teeny pieces. You are not allowed to feel guilty about those five things anymore. (If this seems too selfish and/or confronting, don't worry - there's still a hundred thousand other things you can feel guilty about!)

What five things are going on your list?!