Today I am a guest on Kathy Barrett and relationship coach Jane Harris' radioblogtalk show "Behind The Curtain". Today's topic was At War With Muffin Tops.
Today I am a guest on Kathy Barrett and relationship coach Jane Harris' radioblogtalk show "Behind The Curtain". Today's topic is At War With Muffin Tops. One key contributer to the ole muffin top is wearing clothing that is too tight. THEREFORE I am recycling one of my favorite Blog Posts from last June- Squeezing too much into too little. To learn more on winning the war with muffin top click on the link Muffin Tops link on my home page for some tone abdmonal tips excerpted from my book, Get Fit To Go.
Squeezing too much into too little 06/20/2010 0 Comments How does that expression go....you can't fit a 2 pound sausage into a one pound case? Something like that...right? If you know it, please let me know.
Speaking of stuffing too much into too little, my new perimenopausal shopping habit is to buy clothes in the same size 9 I always identifed with, even though my larger than ever before perimenopausal bustline does not allow the top three buttons on any size 9 blouse to close. Go figure. So, what do I do? I buy anyway, thinking I can knock off ten pounds in no time. Exercise pro or not, shedding those clinging-on-for- dear- life ten pounds just ain't as easy as it once was. So now I have a lot of shirts that I wear open as vests.
Me, my sister Bern, and my fashionista step mom Diana recently went on a jaunt to Marshalls (my favorite store- it's hit or miss-but Bloomies just costs too much). We were quite a crew- dressing Bern, dressing me, and watching Di ponder whether she really needed a new blouse. I think she walked out emptyhanded.
Here I am trying to stuff the perimenopausal sausage into the size 9's and really insisting that I looked good. (I use the dressing room mirror that's far away from the changing stall- the skinny mirror.) My beautiful, retired police officer step mom does honesty as well as she does fashion. She boycotted all of my sausage-looking outfits. I huffed and puffed like a 15 year old, but went with her choices in the end anyway. A stranger who could not help overhearing us was shopping by herself and trying on dresses. She approached us and told Di, that she knew Diana would be honest with her, and asked her to decide which dress she should buy to wear to her son's communion. She went with Di's choice. So did I. It hung in the closet for a couple of weeks, but when I finally wore my new, well fitting, slightly loose, attractive, fashionable, age appropriate (NOT DOWDY- I am still a young hipster in my heart!) shirt for the first time, I felt fabulous!
I'm still working on the ten pounds, but just not torturing myself about it in the meantime. No sausages for me.