I have started a healthy eating plan. Apparently, chocolate, coffee and the odd proper dinner do not a flat stomach make. Why do I have to eat fruit and salad and shit? How exactly does a human exist on "3 serves of leafy green vegetables, 1 tbs fat-free dressing per serve?" Or the "3 serves of fruit?" And if you are lucky "2 scrambled eggs OR 1 pot of fat-free yoghurt?" Maybe it's the "1 cup of steamed brown rice" that's keeping your ticker alive and well because I doubt it's the "2 cups of coffee, 1 tspn fat-free milk?" INSANE. Has the perpetrator (sp?) of this plan ever spent time with a coffee-junkie SANS coffee? Obviously not.
But it must be done. This thing around my middle that used to be a decent sized stomach is now indecent. Thus, the rubber tyre shall (hopefully) be gone within weeks. I blame fashion, with it's crop tops and sheer shirts and shit. HEAR ME FASHION? DAMN YOU!
I could do sit-ups. But I can't...be bothered. So, I won't.
Hopefully, the blur and the flowers detract from my poochie....
grey marle blazer: jeanswest $40
velvet crop tee: trade me $1
flower leggings: kmart $20
sequin peep toe heels: the warehouse $60