Arr! I did’n miss ye funnest day o’ the year, mateys! Alas, me co-workers (‘cepting one or two) would’n unnerstan’, i’s be sure of it.
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Shopping Trip
I spent the normal amount of money for a clothes shopping trip, but came back with a lot fewer clothes, and nothing that was actually on my agenda. Sheryl talked me into a pair of jeans from Buckle, and I got two tops and a skirt from Torrid (which is no longer totally Hot Topic for Fat Chicks). Alas, I did not get any more work pants, as the ones I tried on were unbearably frumpy. I also didn’t get any more blouses for work, although I’m thinking that I’ll be fine on that front, once I unearth the cold-weather clothes.
I’m having mixed feelings toward my body right now. Don’t misunderstand: I’m still super geeked about dropping a size, and it’s awesome to be feeling bones in places where only a layer of fat existed before. And to be wearing a wedding ring two sizes smaller than my high school class ring. And to have been able to buy pants at a non-specialty store.
But.
Goddamn, I have a long way to go.
My new low-rise jeans reveal the same paunch that I see on other chicks and say, “Why is she wearing that in public? Doesn’t she know that’s too tight?” My more form-fitting shirts remind me that I most certainly do not yet have anything resembling a flat stomach. I feel like the frumpy girl who’s trying SO HARD to look stylish… and almost succeeding. But not quite.
I know, I know — I’ve lost over 60 pounds total. That’s nothing to sneeze at, as they say. But, Jesus Christ, when am I ever going to be done? How long do I have to consciously be eating to lose weight? When do I get to reap the final reward? When do I get to be a normal fucking human being, instead of feeling like the fat chick?
*does some calculations*
Well, shit.
According to my anal-retentive weight-plotting chart, if I keep losing like I have been for the past four months, I should be at my target weight by Valentine’s Day 2009. That makes me feel a lot better, and more focused. I’m almost halfway there!
Push through for another five months, and maybe I’ll have to buy myself a smaller size of too-expensive (but oh-so-stylish) Buckle jeans.
Twitter Update (#926365309)
In two hours from now, I’ll be blissfully shopping with @relysh and wearing my properly sized wedding / engagement rings.
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Twitter Update (#926331110)
Yes, I’m keeping my ear to the ground for my peeps who need IT jobs in NW Ohio. Just remember that it took me 6 mos to find my current job.
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Twitter Update (#926285556)
Note for future freelance projects: give the client specific instructions on how not to break the site. Else, hours of work are for nought.
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