Day 2

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Alyssa Milano, Brassiere, Casing (sausage), Food, Home, Meat, Sausage, Shopping

Is it my imagination or did the sausage casing go on a little easier today?

Probably my imagination.

I managed to squeeze myself into the Fit Leggings and Top and spent the day doing housework and gardening, all cocooned in my trusty new friends. I found it’s a better idea to go braless and wear the top, otherwise you get really REALLY unsightly bulges all over, whereas wearing the top over the leggings looks pretty smooth. And, strangely enough, it gives enough support to the “girls” that I don’t feel like I’m sagging around.

Must admit I am looking forward to my pajama’s tonight.

Day One

They’re here! They’re here!

I ordered my Fit Britches the day an article about them appeared in the Daily Mail and because of the surge of interest the article generated they were back ordered and to tell you the truth I’d have to go back and look to see how long it took (it took that long!). Probably 60 days or so for them to be shipped.

But they’re here and I scampered upstairs to try the puppies on.

I ordered three items. The Skinny Leggings, which are ankle to under-bust grippy leggings. The Skinny Top, which looks much like a stretchy tank top, and the Skinny Shorts, which are about mid-thigh to under-bust.

I opened the package and thought, “Bloody hell, I’ve waited MONTHS for these and no way they’re going to fit.” I’d followed the sizing chart carefully and ordered size large but they are TINY !  We’re talking undernourished 12 year-old tiny! But I’d read reviews and the FAQ’s and whilst they say it might be a bit of a struggle to get them on, they SHOULD fit.

I soldiered on.

Left foot in, ok. Right foot in, ok. Stretched them up about 4 inches and  they let out a howl much like my basset hound would when he was getting a bath.

My husband took this PERFECT moment to walk in the bedroom and I shouted “OUT OUT OUT!”, much to his amusement. He wanted to watch the spectacle, but I knew I would never hear the end of it so he was banished.

Still, I pulled and tugged and s-l-o-w-l-y, step by step, inch by inch, this amazing, tiny garment started to move up my legs. By the time I reached my knee’s and had to stand up I was panting and out of breath. I am not joking, this was hard work! You have to stretch this stuff over and over and over, squeezing every bit of stretch it has in order to make it budge.

But it budged! The legs were the worst part, really. It slipped up over my bum fairly easily in comparison, then over the tummy and sat happily under my rather sweaty boobs. I WAS IN !!

I wasn’t sure I could bend over, but I was in!

I moved on to the tiny top.

I do NOT have a tiny top. I have what my Grandmother probably would have called “an ample bosom” and the tiny top looked like it was designed for a small A-cup. But I persevered.

The strange part (and I am SO glad I read the instructions) is they recommend NEVER pulling shape wear over your head, even the tops. “How silly” I thought and tried to pull it over my head. OH MY GOD, I was stuck with it over my head, my arms through the armholes and it wouldn’t pull down and it wouldn’t pull up! I mean I was really, REALLY stuck!

And I was having trouble breathing. Death by Shape wear strangulation! I was truly about 30 seconds from calling my husband to get a pair of scissors when it popped back over my head and I was free.

I had to sit down.

I had a moment.

Then I remembered the bit about stepping into them and guess what! The tiny top opened it’s heart and slid right up over my body, like a comforting cocoon of Spandex. Arms through the holes and voila! Both pieces on and in place.

I felt  triumphant!

All told it probably took 15 minutes and I was knackered! I was hot and sweaty and breathing hard. I pulled a t-shirt on and went downstairs.

As I went about my exciting day of laundry and cooking I did find myself a bit breathless. It is restrictive, so that made sense to me. I wasn’t overheated, everything felt comfortable. It doesn’t cut into your tummy or have any spot where you think, “Gosh, I need to loosen my belt” or anything. It’s just tight. Everywhere.

I managed to wear them the rest of the day until bedtime, about 9 hours in total. I thought trying to wear them sleeping might be a bit much so I’ll work up to that.

Introduction

Hello Everybody,

Welcome to my Fit Britches Blog! I am taking a 60-day challenge to wear Fit Britches every day, for at least 8 hours per day, to see if they work – Make Me Thinner!

I’m a skeptic at heart, but I decided to take this challenge – and document it all the way through for a number of reasons.

First – Curiosity, plain and simple. All the hype, all the feedback, all the reviews, the claim of scientific evidence behind the technology, is it all true? Or is it a finely tuned PR machine working away?

Second – Whilst I’m not a lazy person, I actually enjoy exercising and I have a home gym and beautiful countryside in which to hike, I am like millions and millions of other people who aren’t really looking for a “quick fix” to beauty and health (because if there was one, we’d all look like Christie Brinkley) but are looking for a helping hand, something to add to what we are actively doing to stay fit, lose weight, or look our best.

Third – I am adamantly opposed to dietary aids such as appetite suppressants and carb blockers and all those types of things. But if a pair of smalls can help, I thought, “Lets give it a go!”.

So, to the best of my ability I’ll update this daily and let you know how I’m getting on. By way of background, I’m 53 years old, 5′ tall and I carry my extra 20 pounds (1 stone, 4 pounds) all around my waistline.

Wish me luck! Feel free to comment.