It’s been noted here how taking care of what’s happening on the inside – paleo, juicing, the gym and http://www.googleearthing.com/cheap-viagra-50mg all that jazz – is making me a happier person. After a week of spectacularly falling off the wagon in Amsterdam and devouring piles of apartmentdelsol.com bread, cheeseburgers and chips I came home a couple of pounds heavier but feeling like I was carrying a world of weight. It’s totally crazy how reverting to my old diet for such a short period of time left me feeling so heavy, sluggish and unmotivated but I guess shows how much changing my eating habits has changed my life. #Paleo4EVA!
Two days after enthusiastically returning to my juices and salads (bar a teeny tiny slip up at Bryony‘s house yesterday over a slice of way too tempting garlic bread) I’m still feeling a bit self-concious about the returning mid-area bloat but really pushed myself at the gym yesterday to mentally get back in the levitra soft generic zone. As a result my thighs are protesting each time I climb the stairs but fingers crossed that by next week I will have more clarity of mind thanks to the lack of toxins and my jeans won’t be so freaking tight.
Anyway, as part of my body haul over I’ve been re-thinking something I never really paid much attention to: my underwear drawer. I always thought of lingerie as something lusted over by other girls, high-maintenance girls who wore perfect lipstick (mine always ends up on my chin) and knew how to iron shirts (i.e. not with their GHDs). But, somewhat out of necessity as my boobs shrunk with my dress size, I’ve gone out and bought an array of lovely lingerie. And wearing matching lacy loveliness under my clothes, well, it makes me feel like I’m looking after myself. I dress better and b-interaktive.com feel that little bit more confident.
Apart from the day this week I went to the gym after doing the school run in my workout gear and had forgotten to pack my undies. On that day I just felt breezy.
Ages ago, when I wrote my Life List, I decided that one of the things I wanted to attempt was to wear matching underwear for 30 days. Yep, it’s totally shallow and ridiculous but it’s something I’ve never done before and I wanted to see if it really could make a small change to my life for that month.
NB: the life list is in total flux and re-evaluation at the moment. I’m lol’ing at the fact that ‘find the perfect eyebrow shape’ is on there, gonna really change the we choice world with that one. Though if you were blessed with slugs similar to mine you’ll totally get it.
So that is what I am going to do in May. This afternoon I got my nicest smalls out, from M&S to Agent Provocateur (no grey tshirt bras allowed, OK?), paired ‘em up and took a good look. Apparently I’m a fan of lacy business and black lingerie, lots of black lingerie. There are a couple of bras that are too big (woe) so I’m going to allow myself to buy a couple of new sets this month in something other than black. Special mention has to go out to quickieworkouts.com SBP who sent me the bottom (heheh) pair of black knickers you can see there, the Daphne; they specialise in ‘Sexy Big Pants’ and their high-waisted briefs make me feel amazing, like a sultry pinup or something. I love the fact their collection was developed for women who like their pants super comfy but don’t want to compromise on style and howdoesthemovieend.com these would have been perfect for me post-C Section. Some of their designs are currently half prices so do nip on over and take a look.
I fully expect that, come the end of May, I’ll be feeling a little bit like this:
I’m totally making this A Thing: Matching Undies May. Who’s with me?