The sin and the dress.

Forgive me blogosphere for I have sinned. It’s been five months since my last blog post.
Mind you, don’t misconstrue my plea for forgiveness as a promise that it’ll never happen again. It probably will.
Apologies aside, it’s been a long and eventful few months that has included everything from planning my bestie’s hen party to a month-long holiday in Canada and the US, as well as losing a critical few kilos.
Remember my very first blog post? And, indeed, the reason I started this blog in the first place -- a dress. The dress that’s been hanging in my cupboard, unworn, for almost two-and-a-half years now.
That dress that doesn’t fit you, but you buy it anyway, thinking: ‘I’ll lose some weight’.
Yeah, right.
So the good news is, I’ve done it. I’ve done what I told myself I'd do all that time ago, standing in front of a mirror at H&M and trying on a dress that was probably a size or two too small. I mean, how often can I (or any woman, for that matter) say that?!
I’m saving it’s debut, however, for the hen party, so watch this space for photos!

Weekend Special

Jeans: Woolworths/ Sweater: Cherokee/ Waistcoat: Mr Price/ Shoes: All Stars/  Beanie:  borrowed

It was cold and rainy most of this week, which called for my trusty velvet sweater. I bought it a couple of years ago but hardly wore it because it's a little figure-hugging for my taste. Yes, figure-hugging can be slimming but sometimes it just accentuates all the wrong curves -- like your muffin top. Hehe!

Bootie-licious

Dress: Chinatown (by the way, the sleeves-bit is part of the dress); tights: H&M; Boots: Woolworths.

I originally planned on titling this post "It's a Jungle Out There". Mostly because when I first saw this dress, I thought it was animal print and, I mean, who doesn't love animal print?! On closer inspection, I realised it was some sort of abstract mess; a garble of of black, grey and white. I still liked it, though.

But, why focus on the dress, which I picked up for a song at Chinatown, when I have these boots? Because these boots (oh boy, these boots!) deserve their own, dedicated post.

DAY 6: The end. Success. Sort of.

Technically, this blog comes three days late because, technically, I didn't finish my Six-Day Superfood Challenge, so, technically, there wasn't a day 6. And for that, I'm full of BS. Technically, of course.

DAY 5: I've cracked!

The basics: apples, oranges and bananas.

Ten-year-old me would be scoffing at 26-year-old me right now. That’s because 10-year-old me would’ve had a little broccoli with her white sauce, yet here is 26-year-old me, eating this superfood vegetable twice in one day with no sauce whatsoever to mask the taste.

DAY 4: Iron(wo)man

Varieties of heart-healthy, protein-rich lentils.

The doctor called yesterday to say that I’m in fact anaemic. No big deal. I guess I see it that way because I don’t view anaemia as a real illness. Sure you feel dizzy sometimes, but it’s nothing a few iron supplements can’t take care of, right? Or maybe I just have a really mild case.

Either way, it got me Googling -- now there’s an illness right there… Googling! I wanted to know foods I could eat that would help increase my iron levels. Turns out, two foods I ate today are perfect for that.

DAY 3: You say potato, I say sweet potato

Oats, anyone? I had mine this morning with cinnamon and walnuts.

What is it about McDonalds anyway? Their food looks like Michael Jackson’s face -- plastic (RIP, Michael). And it doesn’t taste much better than plastic either. But it’s like they put some sort of addictive additive -- probably just fat -- to programme your body to want it every time you walk past their giant posters of burgers.

That was precisely the dilemma I faced today. I walked past a McDonalds and I couldn’t help but stop and think about it for a fleeting moment. Should buy a greasy, calorie-packed McDonalds meal that I know will make my tummy smile, or should I go home and cook cauliflower soup that would make my butt happy?