This is me then. As you can see I am eyeballing those cupcakes something fierce. Sadly I can't remember what flavor they were, or even if they were any good. My love-handles and inner thighs, however, remembered them quite well. In fact, those cupcakes hung around for a while joined by many, many friends. Krispy Creme doughnuts were especially close friends.
This is me now. I'm the short one on the right. Although, if I could get away with lying, I would say I was one of the other two. Probably my sister since she's noticeably taller. (I envy her 5'2 stature) If you look at the picture above, you can see how hard it is for a short person to hide those few....dozen extra pounds. Not even Spanx can help.
Speaking of the magical product that is Spanx, I learned the hard way that you cannot cheat and go a size smaller. Unless, of course, you have no problem being slowly suffocated by a lycra/spandex combination. My near death girdle experience has actually helped me as a Pilate's instructor. My class, particularly the men, love it when I tell them my too small Spanx story. (complete with the drama of getting out of the Spanx. FYI, water does NOT help in a lycra/spandex emergency. I repeat, water is VERY bad, especially if you are trying to get OUT of your lycra/spandex prison.)
Back to the gripping weight loss story. A family health crisis made me realize how important my health really was. I made up my mind that I was really ready to change (the first and most vital step) and so I called my sister, who is a personal trainer, for some much needed help. For three months she was known in my home as 'she who inflicts much pain' or, on those days I hurt so bad I had to use the bathroom door frame to hoist myself from the toilet, the sister who I swear is trying to kill me. (bless her masochistic little heart) I would love to say that I saw instant results, but I didn't. I mean, I did, but not the ones I was looking for. This sister of mine failed to mention that sweat = acne, and lots of it. It was three months before I saw any weight loss results, lots and lots of pimples, but nothing in the way of having less of me. BUT, thanks to my sister, I did not blow three months of hard work. I could always call her knowing she could talk me through the frustration. A big part of it was that I trusted her completely, so I did hold on. (to this day I don't know how that trust was built. This is the same sister who used to put me in the trailer behind our riding lawn mower and 'forget' to put the pin in. She would then ride over the biggest bump in our yard, where the trailer would come loose and jerk so hard I would fly into the back of it with a terrific thump. My sister would then laugh, I would cry, she would apologize and promise to never do it again, I'd believe her and stupidly get back in the trailer where she would, in fact, 'forget' to put the pin in again. As you can see, I was an incredibly brilliant child.)
So the moral of the post is, some kids just never learn, exercise will cause you to break out, and it is possible for anyone, even someone daring enough to pit water against the mighty Spanx, to succeeded in their weight loss or fitness goals. Truly, if I, who owns and resides on Planet Tiff, can do it, anyone can.
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