In the words of Ross Geller, I’m carrying a little holiday weight. OK, ALOT of holiday weight. And birthday, Christmas and Easter weight.
So today is Day 1 of New Year New Body. I’ve had my weigh-in, I’ve set my first goal (a stone in six weeks). And I’m determined to stay focused.
What I really would love is to be able to go shopping for gorgeous, skimpy lingerie, and wave goodbye to my Big Knickers (this may be TMI for some of you).
Wish me luck.
Send your (laundered) big knickers to me when you’ve shrunk out of them. I’ve a scrawny figure, myself, but, since two children, unless I am well swaddled in elasticated thermals, bits of me tumble forth that I’d rather not think about. Plus my kids’ primary school has a phrase for the uncomfortable social embarrassment that can happen when your buttocks swallow your too brief briefs: a ‘wedgy’
I am crying tiny little tears of laughter here. The bossy waitress thinks I am insane.
I don’t want big knickers either, ever. That’s why I signed up for Pilates on a reformer. It’s torture, really, but it’s the only thing that works. Good luck !!
I’d just love not to be a muffin top in my jeans….where did my waist go and why do I now have a stomach!???
Good Luck!
Good Luck Liz. Since my stomach now sits on my lap too when I sit down, I will be joining you!
I’m right there with you, I be ditching my oversized M&S belly grabbers and I will be storing my urm goods in something smaller, feminine and (goodness me), something that matches my bra!
Good luck Liz!