Did You Get a Lapband?!
I’m not 110% sure you’re supposed to start your first blog post in the middle of a story, but here goes!
Last weekend I attended a very fancy, schmancy black tie gala. I wore a lovely lavender gown, my favorite costume jewelry and made Mr. Big break out a tux.
And we weren’t in the venue for more than five minutes when someone said, “Oh my GAWD! You’re so skinny now! Did you get a lapband?!”
Now, in defense of gastric bypass surgery, I thought about it. More than once. I thought it would be easier to learn portion control if I physically COULDN’T eat more than a designated portion.
But I digress. No, slighty-wasted-lady-with-the-VERY-short-dress, I didn’t get a lapband. I got my groove back.
You see, five months ago, I work up in a beautiful resort in Florida and I was afraid to go lay by the pool (Adrien Grenier had been there the day before) because I was, well, FAT.
And anyone who’s ever fallen madly in love can tell you, twenty years just ain’t enough.
And somewhere in that moment, I thought, “Ok, I’m 32. The last time I was a healthy weight, I was 21 years old. I can’t run; I can’t even go up stairs without being winded. Yes, Calvin Klein makes dresses my size, but they’re all black, grey and navy. There’s no color, no fun. I don’t want to be THIS girl for the rest of my life.”
And just like that, I began the most insanely rewarding transformation of my life. I’m only about 54% of the way done with my transformation (aside: OF COURSE I know the statistic! I measure that weekly! You should know, I’m pretty anal-retentive and usually pretty self-deprecating about it!) so you can share info, recipes, tips & tricks and workout details with me. You’ll also get to see if my Adrien Grenier-induced, pool-based freakout pays off for the long haul!