I know. It sounded idiotic to me, too, when I ran across this DIY body wrap tutorial by Nicole Skyes on YouTube.

The point is to wrap yourself up like a mummy to sweat out water weight and become more toned. I’ve always been a skeptic of the body wraps they offer at spas,  but my curiosity got the best of me on this one, as it usually does when I’m browsing YouTube. Nicole did look a bit more toned up after her experiment, especially in the stomach area, and she used basic products that most adults (except me, of course) have in their kitchens already.

I wasn’t going to go all the way and do a full body wrap because I can’t think of anything more hellacious than being fully wrapped up like a leftover Chipotle burrito and sleeping in an apartment without central air conditioning. Plus, I didn’t have enough Saran Wrap, and I’m definitely not posting tummy pics on the web. So, I decided to try out the wrap just on my thighs. I don’t have major beef with my thunder thighs, but I also wouldn’t nominate them for ‘Best in Show.’

My four biggest fears going into this were: 1) I would rip off the wrap in the middle of the night out of frustration 2) My cat Truman would think my thighs were trash and would try to tear into the plastic 3) I would have an itch I couldn’t scratch 4) I would cut off my blood circulation.

Luckily, I’m still alive to tell the tale.

In her video, Nicole lathered up her body with coconut oil before wrapping up. I usually enjoy doing things by the books,  so this was my plan as well. That is, until I hopped out of the shower at 11 p.m. and realized I didn’t have coconut oil. So, in the spirit of DIY-ing, I found an alternative. I rubbed my thighs with Rachael Ray’s trusty sidekick,  EVOO of course (isn’t this experiment sounding more and more appealing by the second?).

Here’s a before pic of my thighs:

After wrapping my thighs several times and then trying to walk back to my bedroom, I yelled out, “What have I done?” I was walking like a robot, and my thighs made this horrible squeaky sound when they rubbed together. The olive oil started to make my legs feel extra slimy, and life was just all together pretty unpleasant.

I hopped in bed and immediately Truman did too. He eyed my legs like they were the rats in Ratatouille (see pic below). He then pounced on me like he pounces on his favorite toy (a bottle cap, of all things) and started biting at my legs because he’s a jerk.

Sleeping in this mess was nothing short of a nightmare. Every time I moved, it sounded like I was rolling on a bed made of grocery bags, and I would wake myself up. I DID have an itch I wasn’t able to satisfy by scratching on the plastic.  Around 4 a.m., I found myself drenched in sweat and cursing everything and everyone. I seriously considered ripping the wrap off and calling it quits, but I stuck it out a few more hours.

When my alarm went off three hours later, I couldn’t get the Saran Wrap off of my skin fast enough. My thighs looked and smelled great after marinating in olive oil, as I’m sure you could imagine.

To my disappointment, I didn’t see any difference in my thigh circumference after this experiment. Not even a little bit.

I wasn’t expecting a thigh gap but a little something would have been nice for the hell it put me through. Maybe it was the olive oil — I guess I’ll never know because I’m definitely not doing that again.