So, I'm staring at a pair of black dress pants. They are one size too small. Well, they used to be my size, until I went through a bout of depression, coupled with stress, and found to much solace in food.
I can still get them on, zipped and buttoned, but they are just a hair snug. I've got a little muffin shape going on.
Unfortunately, yesterday, I was at the mall and couldn't bring myself to buy an exact same pair of pants in one size bigger. It just felt like a waste of money. And I needed shoes. So I didn't. I'll just have to make due I thought!
Well, I'm employing desperate measures. As a self-proclaimed anti-dieter, I can't believe what I'm doing. I just chugged four cups of water with one teaspoon of salt diluted into them. Hello, master cleanse. I'm doing it for one day just hoping it will get down whatever bloating I have going on.
The funny thing was that the instructions were like "It may take you an hour to drink all the salt water." And yeah, I finished it in 15 minutes. (Oh you underestimate the chugging abilities of people only a few years out of undergrad...) And the funny thing is that it's been 45 minutes... and nothing. Nothing! I'm wondering why it's taking so long to set in!
People do this for 10 days straight -- salt water laxatives and master cleanse concoction. I'm doing it for 24 hours, long enough to squeeze into those pants. Haha. Then I'm eating like normal tomorrow.
If all else fails I have a pair of Spanx that are supposed to suck in the belly. They are just hella uncomfortable and I can't imagine wearing them while on the plane.
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