I have not been known to exercise restraint when it comes to food. Poor Martin all too often hears me complain of eating too much after a good meal. Nor am I known for getting up early to hit the gym. So while I would like to think I am going to have a rocking body for the Big Show, I am a little too realistic. I am already prepared to fail the wedding diet. And all necessary precautions will be taken.
I purposely bought a wedding dress that has a little give
around the mid-section and will hide the late night beer gut that is
inevitable. I will begin a spary tanning
regiment weeks before to allow enough time to make it look natural (because
well all know that tan fat is more attractive than white flab) and Martin and I
have started a “diet plan”...although overall the weight loss plan includes the
“get skinny while you sleep” diet (which includes getting 7.5 hours a sleep a
night and no carbs after 6pm) and possibly some yoga (which, in my case, can
sometimes include sleep during the meditation phase). Clearly, I expect to work very hard for this “perfect
image.”
Overall, I don’t care about dress size, what the scale says
or how I compare to my ridiculously fit sister (my matron of honor)…my true
benchmark is if I am able to touch my toes. I don’t think it is too much to strive for to
be more flexible than I was back in sixth grade.
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