Wedding bells, bows and whistles
Friday, September 11, 2015
My partner and I were invited to our friends wedding ages ago. Suddenly this wedding is tomorrow. To quote Helen (another friend - I know, more than one! Who'd thunk it..) "good grief, you're doing what normal people do".
Yep, we have to interact socially at a gathering of friends and families, and hopefully not embarrass Thompo or (more importantly and much more easily achieved) Emma on their special day, or at least not unintentionally. Intentionally is fine.
I have a wiggle dress that is now the perfect fit. There's a bit more cleavage than I'd like... but I can front that out (hurrah for bad puns!). Actual shoes with heals (low and chunky, but they're heals...) and a fascinator (I have never worn one before - I figured I should buy something special to wear given that everything else has been dragged from the back of the wardrobe), and nails and lippie to go with the handbag. I shall be fabulous dahhhrlink. Or, hopefully, at least a facsimile of.
Matt's had to buy a suit, which is causing a certain amount of giggling to the outside world, and he actually looks the real deal in it. To me it's a bit nifty, and the massive bonus is that he avoids looking like a bouncer, waiter or second hand car salesman. We even figured out how the tie pin thingy across the collar of the shirt works.
Which kind of points to my feelings about this. We really don't do the adult things very often. My family occasions, very occasionally, his even less, and generally we're both a bit short of close relatives.
I was having very bad self image issues when I finished working in London a few months back. I've always felt much more confident dressed down than up, and always been a bit hippy/punk/alternative. Trying to smarten up whilst gaining weight and having no time outside of work and commuting was like pushing porridge uphill.
Currently my hair is bleached blond for the top and black is for the bottom half. Totally a response to not having to face the office daily, and getting myself back. It's a couple of months that I've been doing this with it and I'm loving it. I'm supposed to be tidying it tonight; Re doing the dye. And bleaching my roots. And toning. And sorting my nails (cleaning off the white UV stuff left from a rave and putting plastic ones on...). This is all very high maintenance stuff for me. Normally I'd be skipping it and aiming for presentable, but as I've been down with an awful headcold, and have thus broken out into dry skin and cold sores anything I can do to limit the glue sniffer chic look I've got going has to help right? And I have the dress. And it fits. And why not?
And I don't see why I can't mix my punk side with formality, so two-tone hair swirled in a updo, wiggle dress, high maintenance it is for the day. Nonetheless this is a bit of an adventure for me into the world of glamour. I know I'm not toning my hair down for the new clients either, they can find another trainer/writer if it's an issue. I've compromised too much too long, and it made me miserable and self conscious. Hopefully they won't be too shocked/judgy either.
Thompo and Emma know Matt and I, so have a fair idea that this is pretty much outside our comfort zone, but they invited us, so we'll keep our end up.
At least we're good friends with the photographer, and he's bloody good at a) making everything look beautiful b) cropping/editing. So he can either edit us out if we're a state, or present the best possible images otherwise.
Today's been a fast day, so tomorrow I can eat (within daily limits) so there shouldn't be an issue with falling off plan/avoiding high cal stuff. And at least the shuffling of days for birthdays/parties/colds has panned out really well.
I have to admit to needing a little more will power sticking to the fast today. I've been off program for my birthday, then because of the cold (although one cheat was hardly 'bad' - a really yummy chicken broth that was very low cal for one of my fast days). There have been a few 'I could just...' moments. Moments that I've ignored. And I did get the long walk in. But I'm twitchy about them, and aware that this could be me self-sabotaging.
The first couple of weeks seemed really easy to do, and the weight was falling off, and the 'I could just..' temptations didn't happen. This week less so. This cold's sapped energy, so exercise has slowed down, calories haven't really crept up too much. My weight hasn't gone down, but it hasn't crept up either.
Still I'm definitely on the mend, I've much more energy today, and just have slight snuffles left. So it can't really be an excuse for much longer.
I need to get tomorrow out of the way (and hopefully dance a little while I'm there), and then start adding in the skipping and HIIT exercise. And have faith that science is science. Tried and tested works. If I eat low calorie healthy food, get moving and keep on then I will be healthier and leaner and lighter.
Until then I have to go make the most of what I have. If that means high maintenance for a night for the sake of confidence and appearances then that's not to higher price. Time to deal with the roots. And maybe get in a few sneaky exercises while I wait for the bleach to do it's stuff.