LisaS
CAUTION! Objects in the Mirror are closer than they appear
Mar 25, 2010
I am sure that we all have it at one point or another. The moment that you realize that you are fat or that something that you previously believed about yourself was untrue. Mine was a picture. The dang mirror lies like a rug! I know there have been nights where I have spent hours getting ready and taken that one last look in the mirror and thinking, "Damn girl, you are really looking nice tonight!" just to see pictures of myself taken on that same night and wondering what the heck happened in the car on the way to the party to make my appearance so drastically change?? Is it possible to gain 30 lbs in a single car ride lasting no longer than 20 minutes? It must be, because those pictures were SERIOUSLY not what I saw in the mirror!
So in my first blog I remarked about jumping into the compression garment research with both feet. After much deliberation and reviewing of model pictures, I have decided to purchase the Design Veronique, above the knee but below the mushy part of your thigh, fully bodysuit recovery kit. In
So I order my kit on Saturday (after much prodding from Janis, I made her come over and measure me) sure that I have made the correct decision and reasoning that it would be stupid to spend all that $$$ on plastic surgery and not do everything I could to make sure that it came out as stunning as possible.
My package arrives while I am on my natural foods shopping spree and when I get home, the girls are practically dancing with excitement that my package is here! Whooo Hooo! Into my bedroom I go and pull out the recovery kit. Doing this somehow makes all this absolutely real to me.
So I am standing in my bedroom trying to imagine not being able to use my ab muscles as I am sliding this body suit over my legs and thighs. I use the term 'sliding' loosly as the non-roll rubberized lace at the bottom of the leggings get caught on my kneecaps and the skin on my upper thighs is squeezing out of the convenient open crotch like two small loaves of over-risen bread. After a little stuffing, tugging and pulling, my legs, ass, belly and boobs are all zipped into the hour-glass shaping body suit. I can breath! I can move! Yay! No lumps or sagging, and I think I could be the next top model on the Design Veronique website. Oh yeah, he says, "Your body is like an hourglass, and I really need to know what time it is". Surgery Smurgery! I got a bodysuit!
Can I just say that I can now understand why they make these things crotchless (given the effort it took to get on), but there needs to be some hook and eye or velcro or something to keep that thang closed! Talk about a labia support thong! I am a fan if it keeps things tucked into place. I was trying on my body suits with clean undies on (per return policy instructions) and was still struggling with containment. So ladies, crotchless is good, hook/eye or velcro is better!
I ask my 14 year old to come in and take pics of me so I can add them to my page on TTT. So she takes a pic, hmmm, must be the lighting that’s off a bit. Okay, lets take another one, and another. At the end of the photo shoot, it is determined that I must still need surgery and that even Design Veronique can only do so much.
As an added side note, the tag is on the outside of the body suit and that really bothers my 10 year old for some reason. So best to get the surgery so we don't have to live with the tag. Excellent reasoning, I thought. My children are so logical.
