I rejoice in you, Spanx, for you make my belly look flat--um, flatter--after I indulge in that fun-size bag of M&M's. You allow me to wear that gown with pride after I ate the leftovers of my daughter's pizza. You excuse me for my dietary transgressions, of which there are many.
Where would we be without Spanx? We'd be back on that no-carb diet, watching sadly as our husbands dive into their bagel. Or pizza. Or even beer.
We'd be in the gym, exercising 2 hours a day to recapture our lost youth. Our only goal would be to squeeze into that dress we love from 10 years ago.
We'd be yelling at our husband and kids over the little transgressions. We'd be fighting the urge to eat the after-dinner scraps that our kids left on the plate.
We'd be on the floor in the corner, crying away over little frustrations. We couldn't even indulge in a glass of wine to take the edge off on the really hard days. Do you know how much sugar is in a glass of wine? Well, actually, I don't really know, but I'm guessing it's a lot!
Where would we be without Spanx?
I'm guessing I'd be serving between 7-10.
I'm not talking about a dinner party, people!
Thank heavens for Spanx!