There is nothing like a wedding to make you freak out about the way you
look, especially if it’s you who is getting married. I’m bad enough at friend’s
weddings. It takes a very secure woman to not worry about whether their dress
will fit or whether they will look their ‘best’, especially when you have 130
people taking photos of you, not to mention ones you have paid an extortionate
amount for.
Women spend tens, hundreds or thousands on their appearance for their wedding day according to Soundvision. Add up everything that makes you look 'pretty' and you have one hell of an eye watering beauty list.
On some days my thighs and I are not on speaking terms. When I lie on my
back with my legs against a wall above me however, I admire them greatly. I am not thin.
Neither am I fat. I would describe myself as ‘tall but solid with fat in the
right places’. BF would describe me as having body dysmorphia and that I look lovely the way that I am. I don't believe him wholly.
Solid. Makes you think of a cow, doesn’t it. I am definitely solid. M always said I could one day be ‘willowy’ but I’ve never quite managed it. I liked food too much and exercised too little.
Solid. Makes you think of a cow, doesn’t it. I am definitely solid. M always said I could one day be ‘willowy’ but I’ve never quite managed it. I liked food too much and exercised too little.
Thanks to an enjoyable, if unsuccessful, career in filmmaking, I have a
lot of wonderful friends who can do wonderful surface things to make you look
just wonderful. Mrs MW is doing my adjustments for my dress, P (who I lived
with years ago and who used to work for a very famous London Salon) is doing my
hair. I’m ok at my own make-up and have the added bonus of getting to keep it
all afterwards having done a morning course at the Coquettes on a Groupon offer. So all
in all, I am confidant that the facial area and the over body part will look good on the day.
It’s the bit underneath that has me worried right now.
It was only when I went for my
dress measurements (bridal shops measure you to decide what dress size they
will order about seven years, sorry seven months before your wedding) that the true
desperation of the situation sank in.
I knew that I
had put weight on since going out with BF. Before we met I was at my slimmest;
almost-but-not-quite willowy. Then I started eating and keeping up with a man
and it all went south. Before I knew it I had happy fat, definite love handles
and was kicking myself a bit. And as anyone who has put on weight will know, as
you get heavier the urge to exercise lessens. A true paradox.
So I am standing
in the charming dressing room at the lovely Ellie Sanderson where I bought my
dress, in my underwear thinking, ‘my god, I’m sure I got RID of that a year or
so ago but apparently it’s back. And it’s worse’.
Accacia has tied a ribbon around my waist as a reference point (or what there
is of it – it sort of is merging with my hips and chest) and is now measuring
me gently with small, cold hands and shouting out awfully high numbers to her
assistant. My friend N (Girl friend of the Best Man) has come with me for moral support
and can hear every word. I’m feeling vaguely embarrassed. I’m also quite
mottled as it’s January and cold outside.
After I put my
clothes out and emerge feeling like I did when I picked up my first round of
A-Level module results ( I got a C and an E), it turns out, I am a couture 18. I
feel like I got an F. F for Feminism just Died a bit inside me that I even care. Turns out I am not so happy with my body after all. You
can parrot on all you want about wedding dresses being ‘ridiculous’ sizes, but
this (and the sight of myself in my under roo’s in that unflatteringly massive
mirror) has done something to me. Something has shifted in that dressing room.
And I don’t mean my side fat.
We meet the boys
for a drink and I am despondent as I sip my wine. Not as much as poor N who has
to listen to me whitter on about how fat I am for about six streets. The pork
scratchings turned to ashes in my mouth that night.
But I am never
low for long. Accacia has said that we can either get me the dress that will
fit my waist NOW but will be massive in the bust or I can aim to loose enough
weight to go one size lower. That means loosing 3 inches around my waist. That
is actually quite a lot of inches – a mountain to climb at that stage but you
think that six months is ages. Turns out it isn’t.
I ring Mrs MW to
ask her professional dress making advice – go with the one that fits now or one
which is a size smaller? Professionally, her advice is, ‘Sod it, go for the
small one and eat less.’ So I do. This is apparently against all other professional wedding advice (see
this article from Bridal
Guide) but life is just not worth living if you don’t take a few risks.
This is what I was telling myself when I ordered it.
So here I am
several months later, one gym membership in my wallet and with my dress fitting
next Saturday morning. The dress that I am hoping will do up, let alone fit.
I can’t say that
I am skinny; I am not. I can’t say that the weight has ‘fallen off’ because it
hasn't. I have however been slowly toning up and loosing weight. I have also
lost 2.5 inches from around my waist and am ½ an inch away from that 31 inch
waist band.
Looking good is
a pressure but honestly, I have come to the conclusion that you should only do
any of this rubbish if you want to. While I may have decided to spent £150 on
some random wrap thing which I have always secretly wanted to do an am using
this as an excuse (Contour Wrap – I am very excited!), it doesn't mean that you
have to. Unless you want to. If you don’t want to have a professional manicure,
then don’t have one! If your dress fits when you try it on, don’t have it
altered. What is the point in spending £400 on a pair of Jimmy Choo shoes in white that you will never wear again (thanks Frugality - top tip!)?
Finally, here are
my top ten, 100% biased, unprofessional top tips to future brides, bridesmaids, grooms or
just people who would like to loose some weight and get fit without going mad or over doing it in the process:
1) Gyms are really
expensive! My god they are
so fricking expensive. In my local area, I have the choice between the County
Council Gyms, LA Fitness,
David
Lloyd. Shop around. We wound up choosing DW because they had the combo of a
pool, gym and classes, were around the corner and frankly, were the cheapest.
At £39 a month for a 6 month contract, they are a bargain compared to other
gyms pricing up at £60-80 a month on a year long contract. It is worth it. I am
sure you can do it on your own but there is something about ‘getting my moneys
worth’ which keeps me going….
2) Get a personal
Trainer. I mean it. I
was never one of those people who thought having a personal trainer was worth
the money and then I found Simon. Simon is a
genius. He is encouraging, pushes me hard without making me want to cry and is
very reasonable price wise – find out some prices and they will surprise you.
Plus I get to say ‘Simon says’ at least once a day to BF. Get someone you feel
comfortable with and who understands what your goals are. They will even work
you out a diet plan. It is 100% worth the effort and cost.
3) Go to classes. I love
classes!! Zumba! Boxercise! Bodycombat! So much better than trudging around the
machines in a boring routine, they will work every inch of you and make sure
that you are toned all over instead of just doing loads of cardio. You can also
work at your own pace and get what you want out of them.
4) Just stop eating
shit. Seriously. No
crisps, no cake, no biscuits, no jam. Do you need ice cream on those
strawberries? OK, you do, but do you need that much? Had a long day and need a glass of wine? NO! You don’t! Just
by cutting out crap you’ll find you seriously help yourself along, especially
if you can give up booze. I actually cut out sugar. Seriously. I make my own
muesli with oats, dried fruit, some flaked almonds and some truvia now. Didn’t
see that one coming….
5) If the diet
sounds too good to be true, it totally is. Do I think raspberry
keytones have made ANY difference to my weight? No. Has drinking buckets of
green tea made me thinner? No. Not that I don’t take them. BF calls them
‘expensive wee’. What has made me thinner is eating brekkie, not snacking,
having salad and chicken for lunch and an uber healthy meal in the evening.
It’s depressing. I hate it. But it works. My
Fitness Pal is a free app and will track your calories and also your exercise
routine. Plus you can make rude comments on all of your friend’s pages.
6) Measure inches.
Sod the weight. It’s an indication of nowt as BF would say. Keep an idea of it sure,
but if you’re doing what I’m doing and aiming for visits to the gym at least 4
times a week, then you are not going to loose much weight. What you are going
to do is loose fat and gain muscle. Which is good. Read this article on Muscle
Vs Fat. Basically not only does muscle take up less space and look better
but it also means you burn more calories just doing nothing by increasing your
metabolic efficiency. BONUS! So any girls out there who think weights are for
boys, think again!
7) Be realistic. My bingo wings
are not going to go, however much Boxercise and Bodycombat I do between now and
the wedding. Sad but true. Do I worry? No! I am just going to have to accept
that I have slightly plump arms. At least I HAVE arms.
8) Loose it slow
and keep it off. And don’t stress about it. It won’t go any faster for you fretting
(sorry to all of my friends who have constant weight updates – FYI, I am
fretting a lot). Your future husband doesn’t give a shit if you have lost weight.
I almost guarantee he didn’t propose to you just to have you turning into some
food crazed dragon woman. He liked you how you were before enough to buy it.
Loosing weight is for yourself and yourself alone.
9) You’re going to
look epic no matter what. Really, you are.
10) Don’t believe
everything you read. BF is a scientist and I am not. He never accepts
things for what they are at face value whereas I do. When I say ‘potatoes are
bad for you’ he comes back with this article
which actually proves that is tosh. Yes, potatoes are not bad for you! Stop saying they are. Imagine what else you are
told is going to help and is actually merely causing you misery! Do some proper
research when people tell you to ‘cut’ things out. Mainly it’s about
moderation, not prohibition.
I just hope I
can keep it up long enough.