“I Drink Diet Coke From The Minute I Get Up To The Minute I Go To Bed” – Karl Lagerfeld
Okay so although I am not advocating that one takes direct inspiration from Karl Lagerfeld here, I wanted to share one of my little diet tips with you.
Okay so although I am not advocating that one takes direct inspiration from Karl Lagerfeld here, I wanted to share one of my little diet tips with you.
Okay so as my last post was about my weight-loss epiphanies and such traumas to get me kick-started, I thought I would post about how I actually went about getting in ‘diet mode’. I am someone who struggles with weight loss, I normally get myself motivated for a week or two and then decide it’s all too much, get drunk with my friends and binge on pizza. However, I cannot stress enough – this time, I am determined to make a difference.
So, I have recently had a sort of epiphany about my waistline, this accompanied by some real ‘tough love’ by my father over Easter vacation. I have to say, it is possibly one of the worst moments in your life when a parent sits you down and tells you that you are overweight, to the point where you really need to do something about it; but what makes it 10 times worse, is when you know that they’re right.
I have known for some time that I am overweight; I can’t wear the clothes I long to and I always feel like the odd one out in my group of friends – a feeling deemed ‘fat b**** on the end’ by my sister. My family have battled weight gain brought on by emotional eating for years so now I want to do something to change that.
There is something about New York that makes the average woman feel desperately inadequate. I am someone who is definitely overweight, and at this point in my life, I am determined to do something about it. I don’t currently have the budget to join a gym, hire a personal trainer, or buy myself the finest proteins in order to completely cut out carbs, but I am 100% behind my decision to make a change.
Perhaps my need to write this post is also down to the fact that the nationwide broadcast of Miss America (Miss New York totally won!) has obliterated my self esteem and made me realize what I am up against in this world. Is it a true basis for comparison? Absolutely not. Has it given me a kick up the proverbial ass to get started on my own image? Definitely.
When I first moved to New York I had no idea where was cool to live, where was cheap or where was overpriced for what it was. Somehow, I ended up on the Lower East Side, right on Delancey Street and it was the perfect fit. I won’t lie and tell you it was the deal of a lifetime, but for someone who had little geographical grasp of New York as a city, it was amazing and suited me to the core.
Dive bars on every corner (trust me – finding $4 beers in NYC is a bargain!), the most amazing $1 dumplings at Vanessa’s, and unique boutiques and vintage stores make this area what it is – the ultimate watering hole for people in their early twenties.