So I looked at my reflection before dashing out to dinner last week, just cursorily, you know….just a glance at the lovely neat and tidy contours of my body. And then I did a double-take! Heaven and Spanks help me; there was a tiny but clearly visible muffin-top on my jeans!! Sure the jeans were skin fit and sure, I had been taking it a bit easy on the lettuce leaf and ice-water diet…but hey! MUFFIN TOP!!
Back to the diet chart it was…I swear by a single steamed stalk of asparagus that I was good the whole week, and doubled up the exercise thing too. There wasn’t a moment that I didn’t think thin, not even a single bit of that delectable dark Lindt bar passed through my lips, I wasn’t just good, I was gold!
So I dressed up for that special Saturday night date with extra confidence, slinked into that totally cling-film tight top with ease and sashayed out to my waiting date and his appreciative glance….only to find it somewhat tepid! We went to our fave Italian bistro and as I was gearing up to order a garden salad, no dressing…my delicious date surprises me with “lets share a steak and a Pizza tonight babe, I quite liked that tiny bit of extra body on you!” Ahh, Men! No wonder every prayer ends on that note! So it’s caution to the winds for now, and excuse me while I dig right into this heavenly cheesy mess!