Kiki's Diet Diary

He asks if I'm nervous. I'm not sure. I think I am, yes. I take off my shoes, followed by my socks, dawdle a bit, and then step on the scale. I've worked so hard for a month. Exercising three times a week at high intensity, weighing all my food. It's not a question of whether I've lost weight, but how much.

I blink three times. 6 point freaking 8 kilos off.

‘Wait a minute, is this real? REALLY? Oh my god, Steve, yes!!!’ I shout to my personal trainer. I just can't imagine that this just happened. ‘Look, you're doing it yourself, you know. I see you three hours a week. The other 165, you're responsible for that yourself.’ He's right, and I feel it. The switch is flipped. And the good result makes me hungry for more. Because we shouldn't really think in kilos but in centimeters and you are part of the Great Burn-Baby-Burn-Fat Plan, here are my numbers. If there were Oscars for losing weight, it would look something like this.

The award….

…for The Biggest Drama Queen goes to…

The waist. Good morning, hallelujah, I seem to have lost 11.5 centimeters (!) off my waist. The lady is still unsure whether to go for the wasp or hourglass look. And well, you know, I can only cheer that on. Good job, darling.

…for the Can-Definitely-Cry Result goes to…

The chest area. I've lost 5.5 centimeters in chest circumference. Read: by the end of the ride, I won't have any boobs left. But hey, back fat is also counted and that's a positive. That empty space in my bras is a bit less. But that means shopping again. See? Positive.

…for the Unexpected Girlfriend goes to…

My chin. Or rather: double chin. Her name is Olga. Yes, Olga is also immediately the most sexless name you can think of for a double chin, I know. In a good mood, I let her dance to a song. Anyway: one centimeter less of Olga. Soon there will be a little Olgalientje.

…for the Problem Area goes to…

The thigh area. My biggest troublemakers. Minus five centimeters, WOOHOO! Just like the hip circumference by the way, which means that at the moment I'm typing this, I'm wearing a skirt that a few weeks ago almost ripped at the seam from misery. And. Now. It. Fits. Loose.

…for the Dutch Calves goes to…

Moi. Because these Dutch calves have really shrunk by one centimeter. I didn't know it was possible. Can I finally wear normal boots without an orthopedic look? Will it? Oh, please?

If you're reading this and thinking: pff, I also want to be a bit tighter in my skin but I don't know how: mindset is everything. If you believe you can do it, then you can. Simple. Can't is not a word in my world. But sometimes help is just that little push you need, I get it. If you want to know more about how I do it (or want my trainer Steve's number), just send me a message on Instagram via @kikiduren or email me at kiki@amayzine.com.

J.Lo, watch your back, girlfriend.

My.

Butt.

Is.

Coming.