One Woman's Quest to Lose Large and Ugly Panties Forever
I've had it with ugly panties that fit my large behind. I'm done with clothes for the large woman that just aren't as cute as the clothes I wore twenty years ago. I'm tired of wheezing as I go up the stairs. I've got sixty pounds to lose - because on my fiftieth birthday, I'm dancing naked in a thong, dammit. And it better be pretty. This little bunny rabbit is hopping me down the weight loss lane. I wanted a pair of big granny panties rolling through the grass, but I'm not computer savvy.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I am not sure but I think I was flirted with by a man who was not my husband. OK so BA and I went to this fabulous restaurant in Sacrenento last night. It was a difficult eating day in that I had two poached eggs plus an egg white for breakfast and then at three we ate lunch at the Crocker Museum (which was pretty wonderful ) in the form of began celery soup and spinach salad. Theen we went to this frenzy restaurant for dinner. So eating anything at that point put me over the 500 calorie limit. And I knew it and so was just trying not to say "oh fuck it." So I ordered this amazing italian seafood stew. Now. I make a wickedly good cioppino myself but this really knocked my socks off. So, being me and all, I chatted up the chef when he stopped by our table. This chef has been all over the world including a zillion places in France (my favorite.country) and so on. We chatted about trying to get crab or syrup shells to boil for the base of stews like this, and he kept stopping by our table to talk. He told me that I obviously was a great cook etc etc and then he gave me his card and encouraged me to contact him with cooking questions. BA noticed flirtage. I wondered if I was simply feeling the deeeeicious glass of California Charddonney I was drinking. This made mme sit back and think: twelve pounds is a lot of weight but its still in the "drop in the bucket" category. Clearly I was the one feeling more attractive. My size 18 jeans were falling off. I had makeup on. My bra was tightened as far as it could be tightened. And I had on a low cut shirt. Pretty is as pretty does... or feels I suppose.