Bride to be Diaries: Empowered Bride part 6

Those of you who have been on a wedding weight loss plan may have been following our Empowered Bride’s story. Here she is with the next installment.

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I have been losing weight for a few months now and feeling so much better within my skin. I have a whole new set of clothes that I have found at the back of my wardrobe. They used to be called my skinny clothes. So technically does this make me skinny?

Certain things have been so much easier since starting this journey. Little everyday things that you don’t normally notice. Such as running to the car when it is hammering down with rain, carrying the shopping bags in from the car in one go (a small challenge I set myself) and dragging the vacuum around the house.

The problem is nobody talks to you about the things that aren’t easier while losing weight. One particular problem arose while doing a food shop.

Normally I go shopping on my own. The reason behind it is that I can decide what goes in. If it doesn’t make it into trolley it won’t become a temptation when I get home. I also do all the cooking in the house so it’s easier for me to do all of the menu planning.

One particular day my other half decided to “help” me do a food shop. It was a debate all the way round as to what was allowed to come home with us and what was going to set  me off track. I do feel for him as he has been having an enforced cut down since I have on my diet, so I let a few things slip through.

As we were unloading I noticed we had forgotten the bin liners and I gave him a little nudge to quickly go and grab some. I never knew my other half was secretly on an episode of supermarket sweep! Within minutes he was back proudly balancing the bin liners on top of the each and every item I had said no to. He promptly dumped them in front of the cashier who rang them all through.

So the rest of the week I spent strengthening my willpower and avoiding all the treats in the cupboard! Remember that dress!

Bride to Be Diaries: The Empowered Bride, Part 5

Our anonymous contributor The Empowered Bride is back with the next instalment in her series on how she is losing weight in advance of her big day. Why is she called The Empowered Bride? “To empower” is defined as “[To] make (someone) stronger and more confident, especially in controlling their life and claiming their rights” which is exactly what she is doing! scales

I have a problem!

The problem is that since my body has changed I have nothing to wear. Since baggy and saggy chic hasn’t quite become a craze yet I’m a bit lost as to what to wear. Everyone thinks that losing weight is fantastic but there is a side to it that is rubbish. I currently have this eclectic fashion sense of nothing quite matching. So I’m embracing this look and trying to convince myself that stripes and checks are a fashion statement and clashing patterns are all the rage right now! My jeans hang and I have some tops that are too big and hang close to me exposing myself but hey, everyone is telling me how good I look! I must be rocking this dashing homeless trend.

Now this would be the perfect time for me to buy some new clothes. This is where another problem arises. We have a wedding to pay for so do I get some clothes to tide me over or pay for a DJ? I do however have two wardrobes. A big one and a slim one. I’m not a hoarder but there are just some clothes that are far too good to throw out just because they no longer fit. You still love them and they looked lovely on you until they got a little too cosy.

Now I would love to start wearing the beautiful pieces that I have been coveting for the last couple of years so I decided to try some of them on again and surprisingly one or two of them fit but others! I have muffin tops and impromptu body con outfits that no amount of spanks will help. I finally bit the bullet and bought a couple of new clothes items this weekend. I did a little fashion show for my other half. After walking in to the lounge in my new jeans he just said “Finally, clothes that actually fit you!”

Argh, the in-between sizes dilemma! I have been through phases where nothing in my wardrobe fits me, in fact when I was saving for a wedding I went through a very similar thing! The great news is that obviously the diet is working. Does anyone have any similar stories to share? A problem shared and all that…

Bride to Be Diaries: The Empowered Bride, Part 4

Our Empowered Bride is back with the fourth part of her Bride to Be Diary. Click for parts one, two and three. “To empower” is defined as “[To] make (someone) stronger and more confident, especially in controlling their life and claiming their rights” which is exactly why our our bride to be is called the Empowered Bride.

“When she is good, she is very, very good but when she is bad she is horrid!”

We all know the saying and I have to admit. I have had a month of being horrid. A couple of days away turns into, “I will start again Monday.” Which turns into “no point starting til we come back from holiday” and so on and so on.

So I needed to get my head back in the game. And I asked myself how do I start sorting my head out. Well I needed to do something I haven’t done for a long time! Something I hadn’t ever wanted to do. Something that for me was more torturous than seeing those shoes you have been eyeing up go on sale when you are skint! Something I hated! I decided to take a leaf out of Forrest Gump’s book and Ran!


According to the dictionary, running is a means of terrestrial locomotion allowing humans and other animals to move rapidly on foot. It is simply defined in athletics terms as a gait in which at regular points during the running cycle both feet are off the ground. I don’t normally move rapidly or try to lift both feet of the floor except in the recliner chair. But since losing some weight and needing something that scared me I thought why not.

We all know that everything diet or exercise related starts on a Monday. So true to form, early on a Monday morning, I put on some trainers and I braved the road . After 3/4 minutes the little voice in my head consciously said out load “Oh my God I’m actually running!” It might not be anything big for you but for me it was gigantic.

Now I’m not going to say I love it. And I’m not going to say I’m addicted to it. In actual fact, I hate it. It’s hard work and I can’t run for very long. You might say I do a lot of walking on my runs and I look like a sweaty tomato as I go round the roads. With all that aside the one fact that I am proud of is that I am trying!

I remember feeling exactly the same when I started running before the wedding! Do we have any more empowered brides who want to share their stories with us? Please leave a comment in the box below.

Bride to be Diaries: The Empowered Bride, Part Three

Our Empowered Bride is back today with Part Three of her bride to be diary. If you’ve not been following her posts, you can read her first post here and her second here. For those that wonder why she’s called the ‘Empowered’ Bride. The definition of Empower is: To make (someone) stronger and more confident. And thats exactly what this bride is doing. She’s on a mission to get fitter, healthier and to feel the best she can! not just for her wedding day but beyond. Enjoy x

This week I hit my first milestone. I lost a stone! I’m super chuffed with myself. I know that diet alone won’t get me there so I decided to start some exercise. I don’t know if any of you have done this but I kinda felt I wanted to lose a bit of weight before I went. It’s crazy but being a bit slimmer gave me the confidence to walk through the door. Please note I do not even know a single person at my gym so they had no clue I had even lost a pound!

I planned to go to a Zumba class and thought I could blend into the background. I need a class that gives me a round of applause at the end. That was where I made my first mistake. I had been planning to go since Christmas and had looked at an out of date timetable. So when I arrived there had been a change to the timetable and the class they had put on instead was kettle bells.

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After all that effort to find my gym clothes, get in the car, drive all the way there, get out the car, walk though the doors. I was left with a bit of an issue. Do I leave and say I will start next Monday or do I endure kettle bells?

Kettle bells and will power won! Yay me. A little bit chuffed and naive I walked into the studio. Rob seemed nice until the music started. “For those who know me well done for coming back for those who are first timers, I like everyone to feel the same pain! Good Luck” everyone turned and looked at me with That look!

The next hour consisted of pain, shouting, pain, coordination, pain, sweating and more pain! I know after I felt a bit faint during the warm up that I was in trouble! When the music finally stopped and Rob could see me finally start to breath normally he pipes up ” It never gets easier! You get fitter, push yourself more and it should still hurt!” Oh golly at least that class is over!

Or so I thought. The next morning I was in a world of pain! I could barely walk. My other half was there rolling around in fits of laughter as I hobbled to the loo. Well, who ever knew that sitting down on the toilet was such torture. Ow ow ow ow ow all the way down and ow ow ow ow ow all the way up. I spent the rest of the day with a self inflicted nil by mouth, not drinking anything as I didn’t want to experience that again.

The Diary Of The Empowered Bride, Part Two

Our Empowered Bride is back today with part two of her Diary of The Empowered Bride. If you missed Part one, you can read it here. For those that wonder why she’s called the ‘Empowered’ Bride. The definition of Empower is: To make (someone) stronger and more confident, especially in controlling their life and claiming their rights. And thats exactly what this bride is doing. She’s on a mission to take control of her life by getting fitter, healthier and to feel the best she can not just for her wedding day but beyond. We hope you enjoy following her journey and feel free to leave any comments :) 

I was very lucky to be asked out for dinner tonight. It was supposed to be a nice relaxing family meal. But as many of you well know, dinner out and diets don’t mix well. It all started really well as I suggested to drive. If I drink water, I will save on calories and no one will be thinking I’m not joining in. I smile smugly at how easy this will be.

The waiter handed me my menu and that’s when it all started to fall apart. He had handed it to me upside down with the desserts at the top. I came face to face with a beautiful sticky, creamy, fudgey sundae. The smug smile faded very quickly as I ponder if this was the universe telling its fine to eat a sundae. I mean I have been good all week and if perhaps I share one it’s only half the calories. And by sharing one I’m allowing someone to have half a sundae that I will pay for so technically I’m doing them a favour.

Though I am trying ever so hard to silence the voice in my head I can still it whisper “wedding dress, wedding dress, wedding dress.” Right Chicken Caesar salad it is! Placing the order is the fun part. It is as if each person is telling the waiter their order in ascending levels of deliciousness and my will power is fading. “Wedding dress, wedding dress, wedding dress.”

“Can I please have the Chicken Caesar salad. Could you please hold the dressing.” Grudgingly I add “Could you also please hold the homemade croutons and please don’t bring me and bread or butter.” The waiter looks confused, “So you just want lettuce and dry chicken and the Parmesan cheese?” “Oh gosh no! No cheese either thanks.”

I’m not really a jealous person. The only exception is in restaurants. Have you ever heard of food envy? It’s that point in the meal where you look round the table and decide if you made the right decision. Who’s meal looks better than yours? Did they get a bigger portion? Does it smell better than mine? The problem was when I looked down I had this horrible sinking feeling I had the worst looking food on the table and I was going to be so envious each and every mouthful that my family were going to eat.

“Everything alright with your meals?” Is followed by a chorus of “mmmmm, delicious, lovely.” This is the point I want to say “Actually no!” Honestly, I’m eating dry chicken and lettuce! I’m keep chewing it and it keeps feeling like I’m eating a piece of worn out flip flop! The only thing to help take it down is swallowing bits whole with water! “Wedding dress, wedding dress, wedding dress,”

“Can I tempt anyone with a dessert?” (Hell yeah! Beautiful, sticky and creamy sundae please. Covered with whipped cream! Don’t scrimp on chocolate sauce and don’t forget the cherry!)

My sister decides to order one of the sundaes I have dreamed about for the last hour. Hurrah, I can do her a favour and share it with her. At this point my short lived bubble of excitement bursts! She asks for three spoons and decides to take this very moment, the moment before this delectable treat, this ice cream that I have forced shoe leather chicken down for, to tell me how proud she is of me to have stuck to the diet tonight and proceeds to hand the two other spoons to my mum and dad! What!

“Wedding dress, wedding dress, WEDDING DRESS!”

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