Daily workouts? Torture. Protein and veggie diet? Mental warfare. Weekly skin sessions? Expensive. Loving how you look on your big day? Priceless.
For my wedding, I vowed to get my skin and body in the best shape of my life. With my date just a week before my 36th birthday, I knew that it would take discipline and dedication–lets be honest, with age, simply opting for salads at lunch and slathering on a moisturizing face mask weekly isn't going to cut it. If I wanted a sleek silhouette, including the elevated booty and Madonna-like arms that would so elegantly complement my beloved Kenneth Pool "Celia" gown, I was going to have to work for it. If I wanted to turn back the clock on sun damage, enlarged pores and those expression lines on my forehead, I was going to have to be diligent with my at-home and in-office treatments. After a few months of albeit, intense workouts, super clean eating and consistent beauty appointments, I was not only 15 pounds lighter, I was more toned all over. I had legit curves. My skin was glowing and smooth. When I slipped on my dress that day and looked at my reflection, I felt transformed.
I will preface the month-by-month plan below, that potentially could be deemed extreme by some, with this: I am a beauty girl. I write about breakthroughs, innovations, treatments, and products in beauty and fitness for a living. It's in my blood, and I know as much as anyone the power that they can have not only physically but mentally–I was willing to do it all. What you feel when you see yourself in the mirror is more than skin deep. Bottom line: do what you need to do to be your best self. I promise, your hard work and the cost will be worth it.
Countdown: 4 Months
Now that I had the dress, I also knew how I did—and did not—want to wear my hair. I envisioned long blonde hair side swept over my right shoulder in cascading finger waves. Which meant, I needed to grow my hair as long as possible so that I didn’t lose length from pulling it all to one side. I booked an appointment with Bumble&Bumble hair stylist Denise McLaughlin in the Meatpacking district to explain my vision and a showed her a picture of the stunning exposed and lace-lined back of my dress that simply could not be hidden behind my hair. She put me on a 8-10 week strict trim protocol to snip off dead ends and prevent breakage, which would allow my hair to grow and still look super healthy.
My three times a week sweat sessions with Mark continued. A month into it, instead of being able to only execute five perfect pushups, I could do ten while he added a resistance band around my waist as well. In lieu of the regular calve raises I started out doing, he would have me hold a ten pound weight now, and chest press with 25 instead of 15 pound dumbbells. I steered clear of the scale, opting to judge my results by how easily my pants zipped up and how much faster I could get through his relentless cardio blasts.