Shrinking Violet
Tony Spencer
Copyright © 2012 Tony Spencer
Shrinking Violet
1. Jim Jones talks about how his wife started dieting.
My wife Vi Jones is a very shy and reserved person. She is so close to our 8-year-old daughter August that she is almost a sister to her and prefers her company to women of her own age, which is her late thirties. Vi has been overweight pretty well forever and was steadily getting bigger over the ten years that we have been married. She casually tried lots of different faddish diets on a regular basis but without much progress in that direction. She was worried that our daughter would pick up her bad eating habits. She is quite short, barely five foot tall, and as she was a full size 28 she couldn't get clothes to fit her in the shops any more. We ordered a hell of a lot of stuff on-line. She wore mostly black and dark colours, feeling she didn't want to draw attention to herself. She suffers from poly-cystic syndrome, which was only recently diagnosed. This was the cause both of her obesity and relative infertility. Our Doctor offered her a course of 12 weeks with the local slim club as her only option out of her predicament.
Vi joined the local group of slimmers who meet at the nearest community centre early one evening a week, taking August along with her, so she too could assimilate the lifestyle of healthy eating. Vi took to the regimen so well that in her first year she reduced from size 28 down to size 14/16 and lost 5 stone. She won her group's female slimmer of the year award and then went on to win the district title, too.
Now my Vi has lovely skin, has always had a pretty, no, beautiful face and long straight blond hair down to her waist. As far as I am concerned she has always been a looker. even with a few extra pounds, she was a lovely handful. Now that she has lost all that surplus weight, although she is still very curvy, she is still feminine and pretty well perfect. She has a very cute little-girl quality about her and the overall effect is that she is absolutely stunning. She has always been painfully shy, though, especially after August was born and she started to pile on the pounds. She never went back to work at the convenience shop as she intended to fall pregnant with our second child as soon as possible and has always been totally absorbed in her loving family. I work as a cabinet maker and joiner in a furniture factory at some distance, about an hour's drive each way, and I earn just about enough for our family's modest needs.
Vi seems a lot more confident in front of strangers now, having stood up in front of the group and area reps, she doesn't need to take August with her to every meeting now to bolster her confidence.
2. Vi Jones speaks about her weight loss.
When the Doctor said the only way that I could improve me chances of conceiving was to lose a lot o' weight, I was shocked. I'd bin real conscious about me appearance for a long time, but thought that as soon as I 'ad another baby I'd lose it again, easy-like. An' Jim never complains about me size, he jus' gives me squeezes all the time. Trouble is he's one of them people what can eat whatever he likes and never puts on a single pound. The Doc was pretty blunt about me choices if I want to avoid an early grave. It was eivver a gastric band or I tackle the calories intake by proper organised dieting. Apparently in my case the NHS could help by paying for the first three months of meetings at the local slim club. I only got the courage to go the club when I found I could take August along an'all. I now know how much August'll benefit from the lifestyle change, though, I don't want her to turn into a little fattie like me.
The guys and girls down the slim club were very friendly, and the club consultant, Wendy, was lovely, they'd all bin through the diets and knew what was what. The discussions after weighing-in help us keep our focus and point out pitfalls and traps. I started losin' weight straight away and won slimmer of the week the very next week, and 3 times or so a month after that for quite a while. I actually won slimmer of the month for about six months on the trot. So embarrassing, I had to stand up out in front and tell everyone how I did it. I went cherry-red the first few times I had to speak in front of everyone, but did get a bit more used to it. I still win the monthly award once every 2 or 3 months. Then I won me group's Woman of the Year and Slimmer of the Year competitions, wow! Before this I never won nuffink!
Winning them first two contests have boosted me confidence no end and knowin' I look so much better means I don't have to hide meself away no more. I can put on beautiful bright, colourful and fashionable clothes and show off me new figure. I love the gym work and feel a bit naughty the way the guys hit on me down at the gym all the time. They are so much fitter than me scrawny husband. But bless him though, I do love me Jim, he's put up with me bein' fat for years so he should get the benefit of finally having a hot wife. Only drawback is all the loose skin what I have to tuck away in me undies, I'd crap meself if any of them fit geezers down the gym saw the real wrinkly me underneath.
The slim club has entered me as their candidate in the regional contest. Me sister-in-law Melanie is an 'airdresser and she talked me into having me long hair cut into a bob. The success of them last two competitions has given me a boost and I've bin putting in a bit more effort down the gym, adding road running and hot yoga classes during the day. It is so useful not havin' to go out to work. Jim has helped me get in me exercise time by adjusting his work hours to look after August when she gets home from school.
3. August Jones has her say.
I'm real prouda Mummy. I went with her to slim club for most of the first year and it was great how slim she got. It's a lot of fun going on Monday evenings, the ladies there all play with me and are soooo funny! I saw Mummy win the main prize, which was real embarrassing! But I went with her a couple of times when she spoke to the other clubs in our town and she was so brave. And she won the next final an'all. Mummy's now doing lots of joggin' and training and shopping so Auntie Rosie is helping us as Daddy needs to work longer hours. He says she's costing him a small fortune.
4. Jim thanks and complains.
I have to thank Rosie Gardner, Vi's younger sister, who has stepped up to cover for my wife when I have to work. I couldn't survive without her help. Vi's lost another stone in the past couple of months as she ups the ante on the exercise front and, as a consequence, has further revamped her blessed wardrobe. I think she can get into size 12 clothes now and all those size 16/18s we bought a couple of months ago have had to go down the charity shop. She won the regional finals as overall slimmer of the year, going onto the national finals in a coupla months' time.
She's now asking for, no, demanding a mini tummy tuck costing £4000, which will almost totally wipe out our savings. If she does manage to wheedle round me, I guess it'll mean her waist measurement will change down another bloody notch and she'll want even more clothes. I'm sure we've sent more old clothes to Oxfam recently than I've got in my own blooming wardrobe.
5. Vi feels good and wants to feel even better.
Bum looks amazin', great muscle tone in calves 'n' thighs. Can't stop lookin' in the mirror! I'm such a show off now! That extra working'-out in the gym has really paid off. The only prob is me big flabby gut, what looks like a skin apron. I wanna mini-tummy tuck 6 weeks before the national slim club finals to remove loose skin round me belly. Takin' all me efforts to sweet talk Jim into lettin' me have it cos the lying cheapskate says I look fab just as I am. He don' wanna spend the money on me, honestly, men! I need him to know he'll feel the benefit, if you know what I mean....
I daren't tell Jim that this op'll mean I can't have a second child cos it'll undo the benefits of the surgery. I think Jim would be disappointed if he knew, but I don't wanna'nuvver kid at my age, especially if it means I'll lose me figure again. Anyway, I wouldn't've nothink to wear, 'cos I've got rid of all me ugly fat clothes!
6. Jim comments on
Vi's proposed tummy tuck.
She's off her bloody head, that stupid woman! We ain't got no money in the current account because we're buying all these new clothes. Even new bloody shoes! Now you can't tell me that madame's feet are getting any bloody thinner but she still insists on buying new shoes and boots that match her new wardrobe. She's absolutely no clue about what things cost or how long it takes me to work to earn what she can spend in minutes. She just prattles on about how much money she thinks she "saved" in the sales. Women!
Now she's got a bee in her bonnet about cosmetic surgery. This is not us, we are a working family, our kind don't indulge themselves with boob jobs or tummy tucks or Botox and the like, we can't afford stuff like this. It's such a waste. Wear a bloody corset, woman! The stupid thing is that to me the way she looks at the moment is absolutely fantastic. She's always been beautiful face-wise and a nice comfortable handful to squeeze and cuddle up to, but now she has the pretty firm body of a model to go with it. For years she didn't care a fig about her appearance, back then she was natural, cheerful and funny, shy and appreciated anything I did for her. Now she thinks she is a bit of a looker, she's lost her all of her sense of humour and is taking herself far too seriously. Everything I do for her doesn't seem enough and she always wants more. She's fab for forty, even with a little loose skin, just accept it woman, for crying out loud!
Four grand! Crazy! OK, we could just manage if we had to, but this would clear out our deposit account, the money we're saving in case the boiler goes or the car fails the MOT or we decide to have a holiday abroad this year. It'll take several years to build up those savings again. Then we'll need it for August's further education and our lovely girl's certainly bright enough to go to Uni when her time comes.
7. Vi, four weeks after her tummy tuck.
That really bloody hurt like hell and still bloody hurts. My main scar looks so horrid I could cry. I know it's underneath me panty line but still looks horrible when I'm in the buff. I've bought some fashionable hipsters and I need to take 'em back 'cos me scar shows. I still have a belly button, though, 'cos sometimes they have to remove it. They have dropped the position of it by a coupla inches or so. It looks wrong, odd, d'yer know what I mean?
I've not told Jim that we can't have another kid, but what he don't know don't hurt him. I'm now 40 and we'd been tryin' for six or seven years to get me pregnant, but it weren't happenin' and it ain't gonna happen now. Not that Jim's doin' much about it right now, he's always workin' overtime and then too bloody tired to give me any quality cuddlin' time. He loves workin' so much he's taken on another stupid bloody job. He says we are short of money but I think it's 'cos he likes keepin' outta me way as much as possible. Missing sex'n I feel real sexy now. Had to abstain for a few weeks, of course, cos o' the surgery but I'm so in the mood for a bit o' sweet lovin' right now and no sign of bloody Jim to do his bloody business.
Glad I won the regional finals just before the op and it was great that the reporters and photographers from the local newspapers and even local TV wanted to interview me. I felt like a real celebrity. I can't believe I was able to stand up and talk to them without gettin' tongue-tied, I've actually got some proper confidence 'cos I'm right comfy with lookin' so good. Actually lookin' forward to the national finals in a couple o' weeks and gettin' fully back training and toning for a week or so beforehand. Might even get some nooky if Jim plays his cards right, or even wrong, given half a chance!
8. Rosie Gardner has her say.
My not-so-big-any-more Big Sis is so trying my patience, she really needs to get her sodding head out of her arse. I think Vi's being a right selfish bitch and I can't listen to her prattling on and moaning about her lot any more. All she ever says is "Jim won't do this and Jim won't buy that, and Jim's never about when I need him". Vi can't see that her loving husband's working himself completely to a frazzle doing two jobs plus two hours a day travelling, trying to pay for all her new clothes and accessories plus the weekly slim club and monthly gym fees. It's all her, Vi, Vi, Vi, I'm sick of it. Then there's all that expensive fresh food she has to buy to help keep her weight in control.
August's really missing her Mum 'cos she's out all the time. Now it seems Jim can't afford the time and definitely not the cost of going to the slim club finals up all the way up in Manchester, especially considering the cost of all the changes of clothing that Vi insisted she needed for that long weekend. I think Jim's pretty fed up with the whole effin' dieting kick she's on. Can't say I blame him, quite frankly.
9. August misses her Mummy.
I love Auntie Rosie, I like playing and talking with her, she's really great fun. Makes up for me missing me Mummy who's always out and me Daddy who is so tired all the time even when he is there. Daddy does an extra job cleaning offices in the evenings, so Auntie Rosie does my tea, bath and bedtime story instead.
10. Jim on work.
Finding it hard to make ends meet at the moment. The credit card statements for the past few months have really gone off the charts. Vi doesn't have a clue about the value of money. The only overtime at work now is Saturdays, as the economic downturn has taken its toll, so I have had to take a cleaning job for three hours in the evenings Monday to Friday at minimum wage. All the time Vi's swanning around like a flaming fashion model, spending our money like water.
She's taken to visiting other slimming groups at least one evening a week and talking to them about her success. I will grant you, she certainly looks the part now and is a great advert for the club's methods. Vi has really come out of her shell, when she was overweight she was too shy to speak to anyone. She gets back late most nights through gym work, jogging and visiting other slim groups. August is really missing seeing her, though, and I've got to admit I'm missing her, too.
11. Vi wins slimmer of the year
It was an amazin' night. Mel cut me hair and coloured it a slightly lighter tint and layered the hair so it fell on my shoulders so softly and framed my face so well. I wore this lovely long blue silk evening' gown with a split all the way up to the top o' the thigh. I felt so wonderfully sexy. It was expensive but I reckon it was worth every single penny, that dress. It's a shame that Jim weren't interested in coming up for the three days and two nights because of those damned jobs of his. He has decided they are more important than supporting us at the contest. He could've hired somethink for the weekend if he couldn't afford a new suit and chipped in a coupla-hundred for the flight up. I woulda made sure he had a good time if he was here.
There I was, all on me own, an' I only went an' won the bloody final, didn't I?!
I felt so good, me sitting next to that 20-odd-year-old hunk Darren, who ended up as runner-up. He kept touchin' me under the table, makin' me feel real sexy, like. He is so tall and fit-looking, and charmin', he pretty well swept me off me feet.
I am so enjoying havin' lots of publicity. But then I deserves to be worshipped, I've worked real hard and done well, everybody tells me so. Now here I am, sexy as anythink, but no soddin' hubby to give me the lovin' I need 'cos he's put both his stupid jobs before me, his better half. I feel like a goddess and none of me fam'ly gets it. I really worked me butt off to get here, I did. I don't think Jim's in me class any more, I've left him behind through me own efforts, 'though I still love him. See, I'm youthful an' full of energy while he's turned into a tired old man. Me, I wanna go out an' party, party, party with this fab new body o'mine, an' all he wants to do is stay at home 'n' snooze till he goes out to bloody work again. Boerrrrring!
Alright, I do regret it this mornin' but I went an' lost me bleedin' head an' slept with that Darren guy las' night. Look, I haven't had sex for 2, no for 3 monfs and then I woke up next to that Darren early Sunday morning. I couldn't even remember having sex wiv him, I was so drunk. I suppose I should have slunk back to me own room an' worked out how I was gonna make it up to Jim. But Darren was just lyin' there with his mornin' wood and I just wanted a taste an' one think led to another and we ended up f---ing all morn
ing. Actually, he was crap in bed, but that's ok I had a tiny little bit o' fun, that's all. I still love Jim, especially as Darren weren't a patch on Jim even on a bad day. Fortunately, Jim'll never find out, he's 200 miles away, an' I'll make it up to him soon as I see him.
Us winners stayed on another day so we can have our interviews on Breakfast TV, early on Monday. Just fancy! I have a full rounda photo shoots, interviews, an'all, that I am so lookin' forward to it. An' did I remember to tell ya I'm gonna be on the damn' telly, didn't I?!
12. Darren sends a tweet to his 752 followers on Sunday morning.
Cross Slimr o Year Milf off bang list, euw! Me barge pole up fat bitch, us stoned. Revolting! She had a brand new tummy tuck, yuk.
13. Vi interviewed on Monday morning.
Appeared on Breakfast Today, which was sooooo exciting! Me, on the telly! Piled into a limo with the other three or four winners, but I was the star turn, the overall Winner. They made-us all up b efore we went on, blimey they really slapped the paint on. Wow! I looked like a bleedin' china doll!
The interview went very well until that TV breakfast bitch asked me about me overnight affair with Darren. What!? Apparently the prick told everyone on twitter what he'd done with me Saturday night 'n' Sunday mornin'. I said, no way! I love me husband, exclusive-like. I wouldn't do nothink like that to him. An' that prick Darren just sat there wiv a smart smirk on his mean thin ugly face! An' then they asked me about the tummy tuck. I went so red! And they told me the slim club organisers were taking back the title and canc'llin' the cheque 'cos I hadn't declared the op on me app form. They had a live feed set up inside our house and filmed Jim before takin' August to school. All Jim said when they asked him if he was aware I slept in Darren's room all night, he just said "No comment" an' August looked real upset I don't think she knew what the bloody hell was goin' on. The Studio audience even booed me, callin' me a slut. I cried and the studio cameras went off as the programme moved to another subject and they virtually frogmarched me out of there.