Shapewear Sucks

I fucking hate shapewear. With a passion.  If my mother ever reads this post, I just gave her two new reasons to give me a lecture on being a lady.  Despite my dislike for these uncomfortable garments, I was a religious Spanx wearer because I wanted a flat stomach and no bra bulge.  Let that sink in.  I bought and wore uncomfortable, itchy, sweaty and sometimes booty squishing compression wear all day because I wanted to create the ILLUSION of having a toned core.  It is so funny to think I endured all that for a damn ILLUSION.  Once I took the Spanx off the illusion was over.  Illusions aren’t real and I wanted real dammit!  In the beginning of 2014 I ditched my Spanx and started working out and I am loving my progress so far!


The first photo was taken October 2013, shortly after my third wedding anniversary.  I was wearing Spanx and my husband still had to struggle to get the zipper up.  The second photo was taken on November 29, 2014 and I am NOT wearing Spanx or any form of shapewear!!!!  At the end of the day I want to be a woman completely comfortable in her skin and it’s kind of hard for me to feel that way if I am stuffed into a sausage casing all day.  Now, these are my personal feelings on wearing shapewear and I know everybody (did you know that they make shapewear for men TOO?) may not feel the same way and that is OK.  If wearing shapewear makes you feel sexy and confident in your skin then keep rocking it!

Can you see a difference in these photos? Do you wear shapewear? Why or why not?



The Day I Decided to Stop Making Excuses

January 30, 2014.

My husband and I were going out and I had nothing to wear.  No seriously, this was not one of those, “I already wore everything and I want a new outfit” kind of moments.  Nothing fit.  Not even my “go to” blue maxi dress.  I know what you are thinking. How can you NOT fit a maxi dress?!

I stepped onto my dusty scale and I knew it had to be wrong.  There was no way I gained 34lbs.  No way.  I weighed 150 lbs. I was a size 10 dammit!  I stepped on the scale again.  It still said 184.  I went through a range of emotions in my bathroom.  You would have thought someone died the way I was crying.  My poor confused husband just wanted to fix the problem so we could leave the house.  But you can’t fix Emotional Ashley without cheesecake and that is how I got into this current dilemma.


In 2012 and throughout most of 2013, I weighed 150 lbs.  By the beginning of 2014, I weighed 184 lbs.  This weight gain didn’t happen overnight so I shouldn’t have been shocked but there I was, in my underwear, balling my eyes out.  This was the day I realized I could no longer make excuses for not taking care of my body.  I needed to exercise.  I needed to give up my daily Haribo gummy bear and chocolate chip cookie addiction.  I could no longer eat pasta and fried chicken at 2 a.m. with my husband and I needed to drink water.  Lots of water.  Since I wanted to feel good naked I needed to start making some serious changes!!  I did.  I changed my diet, became more active and I am loving my progress so far!!!  The changes in my body motivate me to keep going.




 While I am only 9 months into my journey, I feel like a new person.  So far, I am down 24 lbs and  I am physically and mentally stronger than I was last year.  Be better than you were yesterday.