Anyone who follows me personally on twitter will be aware of my frequently used hashtag #iamnottracyanderson. Essentially I use this hashtag when I’m doing something bad for my health eg
late night marmalade on toast #iamnottracyanderson
swapping my yoga class for a few drinks in town #iamnottracyanderson
splitting the seams on my favourite skinny jeans #iamnottracyanderson
WHO THE HELL IS TRACY ANDERSON?!
I hear you cry. Well, she is my fiercely fit body idol. The woman is impeccably fit in every sense of the word and I want to be just like her.
Unfortunately I like pies (give me a break, I’m from Wigan) and cake a lot more than tofu and celery.
In the run up to my wedding I was like a crazy gym bunny. I was going to the gym twice a day when I could manage it and doing videos at home and running too! I had what my friends and I like to call ‘the fear’. This refers to the blind panic that forces a woman to diet and exercise like mad in order to look her best on her wedding day. The pressure, lets admit is enormous to be ‘wedding day fit’ and the stacks of super skinny (and might I add ‘child’) brides in much of the wedding media available to us provides us with a really difficult ‘ideal bride’ image to match up to. So many ladies I know have been and are obsessed with having a tiny little waist in their wedding dress but for me it was all about the arms. I wanted (and still lust after) Tracy Anderson’s arms. They are amazing and as she says ‘teeny tiny’. Let me tell you….I worked like a dog on my arms leading up to the wedding and lost a lot of flab and a lot of boob, but, my arms were still flacid, flapping about in the wind like a line of washing. Pathetic! About 2 weeks before W-day I realised that really, it didn’t matter. In fact I realised that nothing really mattered other than getting married (awwww/bleurgh). I had been so obsessed with ‘not breaking a nail’ and ‘not looking bloated’ (I have bloating issues, doesn’t every woman!?) and after falling over and bruising my arm and slicing my underarm whilst shaving, something I’ve never done before in my life (the slicing not the shaving of course) I realised that short of putting myself in a padded room for the week leading up to the wedding there wasn’t much I could do about it all and that prancing about trying to be careful was actually just stressing me out and making me more clumsy than usual! Although I was a little bit obsessed with having fierce arms, for me it was more about feeling fit and confident and doing everything I could to make the best of myself. Unfortunately for my husband, during the boot camp style process my boobies went from an F to a C which I was thrilled with but everyone else was a bit shocked by. But most importantly I felt totally confident about the way I looked in my dress on my big day. I didn’t lose weight and most people didn’t think my body had changed much (apart from the boobs) but I felt good and that’s the key to looking fabulous on your wedding day. You have to feel good
So over the next few weeks I’m going to share with you a few of my favourite ways to exercise and some of the things that really work for me
coming up next week…