I know you’ve seen me harping on about it on twitter. “Omg, @ThinkingSlimmer, I’ve just had to ditch 972 pairs of trousers which are too big because of you! *shakes booty*” and then “Oh god that bacon and Boursin sandwich was bloody YUM”, closely followed by “I have no bras that fit. And my boobs are tiny. Mother Nature, you bitch. @ThinkingSlimmer – bill coming your way, btw.”
My boobs ARE tiny. I’ve gone from a 36E after breastfeeding, down to barely a 34DD now. Though, looking at the bras I threw across the room this morning, I might be closer to a 32D. Since I started listening to Thinking Slimmer sometime in late February, I’ve gone from a laaaaarge size 14 down to a small size 12. SOME of my size 12 trousers are a little loose. I’ve given every single pair of size 14 trousers away, because, well, permanent builder’s butt is just not pretty. No matter how awesome my ass is. Which, for the record, is still curvalicious, but that could be a black thing.
Sorry dudes. If I don’t get huge boobs, then at least let me keep the ass, dammit.
So anyway, loads of people on twitter keep asking me “So really, does it work? I mean, really?” Which confuses me because every time I so much as mention Thinking Slimmer, I’m only ever singing their praises. If I rave about it any more, I might have to start asking for commission or something. The short answer: IT WORKS. I listened to an 8 minute (approx) mp3 track for 21 days, then as and when from there after. If I feel like I need a boost, I might do another week’s worth of listening, then take a break for a few days. Or, I’ll listen as and when I remember.
I still eat much of the same foods I love and adore. Crisps, cheese, chocolate HobNob snack bars (OH EM FRIGGING GEE OM NOM NOM), bacon and Boursin sandwiches (if you haven’t tried this, please close this frigging browser NOW, go get some Boursin cheese and some streaky bacon, and some brown bread and go MAKE it. I will still be here. Trust me.) but the difference is, I know when to stop. And I do stop. And it is easy. I don’t spend my entire day prowling the kitchen wondering what I can snack on. I’m more likely to get to have a cup of green tea for breakfast (because I’ll have had a massive tea with D the previous evening) and by lunchtime, be vaguely aware that I’m starting to get hungry. No, I’m not starving myself. Some days I am peckish in the morning. So I’ll have a regular breakfast. Cheese on toast, cereal, fruit, bacon, whatever takes me fancy. But then I find I’m not hungry until mid-late afternoon. I just don’t eat if I’m not hungry. And therein lies the key.
As I type this, I’ve just had a portion of oven fries and 4 chipolata sausages. D asked me if I wanted fried eggs too. My faaaaaavvvvve. I said no thanks, because I knew I’d just feel sick eating that much food. I barely finished what I actually did have on my plate. Later on I MIGHT have some fruit. But I doubt it. I’m stuffed. I cram in my 5-a-day via fruit juices (I drink LOADS of fluids) and adding fruit/veg to at least one meal every day. I don’t do it intentionally… it just seems to happen. Am I making a conscious effort or decision? No. I just find myself suddenly shifting the specifics of what I want to snack on or pick at.
And…all because of Trevor.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Trevor.
‘Scuse me a minute.
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*composes self*
Yes, *ahem*, the slimpods (the thing that you listen to on your mp3 player of choice) are the home of the DELICIOUS voice of Trevor Sylvester. Women all around the country are going to bed with him at night. I sleep with him quite often. It’s bloody lovely. And when you listen to his voice, you might start to understand why. I confess I have been known to listen to my slimpods several times a day just to listen to him. *Purrrrrrrs*
There’s a rumour that he’s on twitter. But he’s a bit elusive like The Stig. There’s also a rumour that he’s going to be piped into the chill out room at Cybermummy. If that happens, no one will go to any sessions (including me, and yes, that also includes the photography workshop I’m doing there – more on this later). Trevor – you really don’t know the power you have over a lot of women at the moment. But um, *cough* you can whisper in my ear ANY TIME.
ANYWAY! Yeah, I’ve lost a stone. I have done little/no exercise because I am lazy. I hate the gym. However, I find myself with FAR more energy than before so I naturally want to move around and do stuff anyway. Which is weird for me, but obviously very good. I know that if I made a conscious effort to exercise more, I’d shed even more weight, probably at an alarming rate. But as it is, I’m now 2lbs – ish away from pre-Noah weight, and that’s where I’m happy. That’s where I’m aiming for. I DO miss the boobs, like CRAZY (not a week goes by where I don’t contemplate a boob job of some sort, take me to an E cup ideally) but I love having clothes that fit me the way I want them to.
I also love listening to a spine-tingly sexy voice every night. But that’s a bonus and a somewhat different story.
PS I would post photos of “Large Me” and then “Small Me” but I was smart enough to hide from the camera last year, so you’ll just have to see me in the flesh and assume I know what I’m talking about.
PS I know boob size is relative. But I always wanted bigger boobs. Breastfeeding gave me G/H cups. That bitch Mother Nature took them away. *sobs*
