I worked out and it worked. Don't know why I'm so surprised. Everyone always says that there's no quick fix to shifting the extra 'padding' that one tends to pick up over Winter. I am particularly guilty of looking up insane, Hollywood-type diet tricks online when my favourite skinny jeans take up baking – and their specialty is the muffin top.
I often find myself browsing the shelves at Clicks and briefly considering buying meal replacement shakes and capsules branded Diet Fuel and Fat Blocker. I say I only ever consider it briefly because the price tags freak me out... R300 for a plastic pot of strawberry flavoured powder? I think not. Anyway, the point is that the idea of a quick fix or a 'fit in your jeans by Friday' promise/marketing ploy... often seems way more attractive than 'put down the wine, grab an apple and put on your running shoes'.
Sure, I have Special K in my cupboard but opt for Oat so easy most mornings. Sure, I have Green Tea next to the kettle but find Rooibos with a dollop of honey much more appealing at stupid o clock in the morning. I know I'll never be a stick insect and hubby would never want me to be (thankfully, the boy likes a curve or two like he likes a Kit Kat after dinner), but if a little bit of over-indulging starts to affect my ability to wear my most fabulous outfits – well that just won't do! A new patch of hail damage on a thigh is far less worrying to me than discovering that my Marion and Lindie cocktail dress is no longer skimming, it's strangling.
A few weeks ago I blogged about my search for the perfect LBD (for details check out the post) and soon afterwards I found it. A casual stroll past Jenni Button in Sandton City caused me to stop dead in my tracks, hit the reverse button and ask a chic sales assistant: "Do you have the dress in the window in my size?" The whole transaction took less than ten minutes – from trying it on to strolling out of the store dangling a shiny silver Jenni Button bag over my shoulder. Mission accomplished.
The dress fit like a glove. Seriously, I couldn't afford to gain a centimetre on my hips before wearing it to the family wedding at the end of this month... either I was gonna live on chicken salad throughout the coldest time of the year or I was going to munch on delicious carbs and take the due punishment. Yip, last week I started to pay the price for my curry/chocolate/rusks & Milo seasonal binge – I had no choice but to get my ever-expanding rear end out of bed at 5am most days of the week, put on my running shoes and meet up with the 'Gaggling Geese' running club to pound the pavement in the freezing cold, pre-sunrise darkness and replace the sweet tooth with some hard work and sweat.
Not only have I really enjoyed starting my day off on the right foot, but I'm reaping the rewards. Yesterday, the dress zipped up with ease and I'm happy to report that I could actually do with gaining a little (but just a little) extra 'curve' to do the tailoring justice. So I figure I'll keep the stupid o' clock running up and reward myself with the odd treat – starting tonight with a cocktail or two with the Geese who give me the power to say no to plastic pots of strawberry flavoured 'meal replacement' powder.
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