My fat shift goes on. It's been 10 days and my too-tight black pants, the ones that were getting looser, are too-tight again. I know it's fat shift-related. I know that a fat shift is actually a good thing. My ass has hiked itself up so high that it's practically between my shoulder blades. At the expense of my abs. I'm still with T-Tapp but I've switched workouts. After 6 weeks of Basic Tempo, I've switched to the 45-minute Total Workout Instructional. And I'm loving it. I was just hoping that, after 3 workouts, my tummy would've shrunk a bit. No dice. So, I got on the wonderful T-Tapp forums and found out that I may have overtrained a bit. Overtraining can lead to no results. Or worse yet, adrenal fatigue. I sure as hell don't want that. So, one of the fabulous T-Tapp veterans gave me some advice on how to break up my workout schedule and I'm looking forward to Monday rolling around so that I can implement these changes.
And, I swear by ALL that is holy, when those damnable pants are too big for me, I'm going to do terrible things to them with a vegetable peeler. I ought to donate them because they are brand new, but my thirst for vengeance needs to be slaked.
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Give Until It Hurts, Part Four...
...For once, it didn't hurt. I got my baby into the garage last Friday morning and they said they'd call if they found the problem. A couple hours later, they called to say they couldn't find the dilemma. This had me worried. I was envisioning something horrible that would cost the GNP of China, like the differential. A short time later, the garage called to say the problem had been located and the car could be picked up on Monday.
I stewed all through the weekend, wondering how in hell I was going to come up with the money for this repair. Monday morning, I got a nice surprise. The total on the invoice was $0.00. I'm pretty sure I wet my pants.
Apparently, the trouble was with the new wheel bearing they had installed a week previously. Somehow, one of the little balls in the bearing had broken in half and this was responsible for the horrendous grinding, scraping, clunking, metallic spinning I was hearing whenever I drove. Miracle of miracles, all the new parts were still under warranty, hence the $0.00 price tag.
Once in a while, you come out ahead. This was a treat. I cannot begin to tell you of my relief. I'm still giddy.
On another note, the T-Tapp is going extremely well. For any of you who want to get in shape, improve your health, shed inches, I strongly recommend looking into T-Tapp.
Over the past two weeks, I participated in a little T-Tapp challenge: The 10-day, Organs In Place/Half Frogs (aka OIP/HF) and Awesome Legs challenge. OIP/HF and Awesome Legs are known for paring down the belly and thighs in a damn fast hurry. They look deceptively simple but the results are mindblowing.
I was dying to get into my goal pants, so I decided to do the challenge. I read the challenge thing wrong on the Facebook page and ended up going 13 days before I realized I only needed to do 10 days. The results were wonderful. After about 4-5 days of the challenge, I noticed that I could get into my goal pants and I barely had to suck in my gut.
As of Tuesday morning, my goal pants fit almost perfectly in the waist. Not only that, but the rest of the clothes in my closet fit. The skirts, the 2 pairs of khakis, the tops. Best of all, there's a noticeable difference in how my black sheath fits across my tummy. Between Sunday and Tuesday, it became a little bit looser and looks better on. And I can actually sit more comfortably in it. I was even able to get into a skirt that's the next size down. It's tight and I look a little like a stuffed sausage, but I can get into it.
I am so thrilled with my results, I can barely see straight.
Next week, I believe I shall switch T-Tapp workouts. I'm currently doing the 17-minute Basic Tempo workout and enjoying it. But I think it's time to up the ante a little bit. Next week, I may just switch to the 50-minute Total Workout. I've done Total before. It's really tough but it's worth it. I think that if I switch to Total and keep doing OIP/HF and Awesome Legs, I'll melt off even more pork. The switch depends on whether or not I go to Mark and Rae's next weekend. If I go, I'll have to postpone the switch, because whenever I visit, I come home sore (especially in my knees) from all the farm chores and the soreness usually lasts about a week or so. I want to be strong and ache-free when I move on to Total Workout (aka TWO).
It's been an excellent few days...
I stewed all through the weekend, wondering how in hell I was going to come up with the money for this repair. Monday morning, I got a nice surprise. The total on the invoice was $0.00. I'm pretty sure I wet my pants.
Apparently, the trouble was with the new wheel bearing they had installed a week previously. Somehow, one of the little balls in the bearing had broken in half and this was responsible for the horrendous grinding, scraping, clunking, metallic spinning I was hearing whenever I drove. Miracle of miracles, all the new parts were still under warranty, hence the $0.00 price tag.
Once in a while, you come out ahead. This was a treat. I cannot begin to tell you of my relief. I'm still giddy.
On another note, the T-Tapp is going extremely well. For any of you who want to get in shape, improve your health, shed inches, I strongly recommend looking into T-Tapp.
Over the past two weeks, I participated in a little T-Tapp challenge: The 10-day, Organs In Place/Half Frogs (aka OIP/HF) and Awesome Legs challenge. OIP/HF and Awesome Legs are known for paring down the belly and thighs in a damn fast hurry. They look deceptively simple but the results are mindblowing.
I was dying to get into my goal pants, so I decided to do the challenge. I read the challenge thing wrong on the Facebook page and ended up going 13 days before I realized I only needed to do 10 days. The results were wonderful. After about 4-5 days of the challenge, I noticed that I could get into my goal pants and I barely had to suck in my gut.
As of Tuesday morning, my goal pants fit almost perfectly in the waist. Not only that, but the rest of the clothes in my closet fit. The skirts, the 2 pairs of khakis, the tops. Best of all, there's a noticeable difference in how my black sheath fits across my tummy. Between Sunday and Tuesday, it became a little bit looser and looks better on. And I can actually sit more comfortably in it. I was even able to get into a skirt that's the next size down. It's tight and I look a little like a stuffed sausage, but I can get into it.
I am so thrilled with my results, I can barely see straight.
Next week, I believe I shall switch T-Tapp workouts. I'm currently doing the 17-minute Basic Tempo workout and enjoying it. But I think it's time to up the ante a little bit. Next week, I may just switch to the 50-minute Total Workout. I've done Total before. It's really tough but it's worth it. I think that if I switch to Total and keep doing OIP/HF and Awesome Legs, I'll melt off even more pork. The switch depends on whether or not I go to Mark and Rae's next weekend. If I go, I'll have to postpone the switch, because whenever I visit, I come home sore (especially in my knees) from all the farm chores and the soreness usually lasts about a week or so. I want to be strong and ache-free when I move on to Total Workout (aka TWO).
It's been an excellent few days...
Monday, May 14, 2012
Pretty Good Weekend...
I freakin' love it when I make a certain dress in my closet my goal dress, and I try it on to see how much work it'll take to get into it properly and THE DAMN THING FITS!
I have a black sleeveless sheath dress that I bought over ten years ago. It came as a 3-piece affair: dress, long A-line coat and trousers. Even though I've had these pieces a long time, the dress and coat are so classic that they'll still be appropriate 10 years from now. Talk about $40 well spent!
Yesterday, I figured I'd better designate a new goal outfit to keep me motivated. I knew I'd be into those black trousers really soon and the goal would be met, so I'd need a new goal. I chose the sheath dress and matching coat.
I tried on both to see how they'd fit. The verdict: The coat is rather tight across the middle, due to my muffin top, however, I can get it buttoned and it doesn't pull very much at all. The rest of the coat fit nicely, especially in the arms and shoulders, two areas that can get awfully tight if you're rubenesque. This encouraged me, so I tried on the dress. It fits really nicely. The only part that is a bit tight is where my muffin top hits it, but it's not bad at all. It fits perfectly in the shoulders, armholes, back, hips and bust. My goal is to be able to wear this dress and sit/bend over comfortably in it.
Something else I've noticed: My feet seem to be a bit smaller. I have two pairs of high heels that I've never been able to wear comfortably. They've always been just a bit too tight. They seem to be perfect now. I'd heard about women who lost weight and went down 1/2 to 1 whole shoe size. I pray I'll be one of them. I'd always been a size 10 and then when I began to really bulk up, I found myself needing 11s half the time. Worse still, I ended up needing a wide width. That's just tragic. I'd be well pleased if I went back to a 10M. If I get to a 9 or a 9 1/2, they'll have to sedate me.
Another thing I've heard is that some people actually grow an inch or two in height after losing a great deal of weight. Now, I haven't noticed a difference in my height but I'd love it if I'd grow a bit taller. When I was 18, the doctor measured me and I was 5'8". I got remeasured a couple years ago and I'd shrunk to 5'7 1/2". I really, really hope I'll grow as the de-larding process continues. I hope I make it up to 5'9 or a tiny bit over that.
I got to spend Saturday with my fabulous nieces, brother and sister-in-law. This was the first time my family was able to get together since this past November. We actually got to open Christmas presents. They were going to come for Christmas, but my 13-yr. old niece got strep throat, the 15-yr. old and my brother got the flu, and we all had a series of nasty colds that squelched all subsequent Yuletide joy. Not only that, but our schedules have been crazy. My babies are busy with Taekwondo and gymnastics, plus one is in high school and the other one is finishing up junior high. The ladies have pretty heavy academic loads. Finally, we adults have our work and obligations, so it's no wonder we couldn't get together. Anyway, I got to knock off and spend several hours cruising the mall with two of my favorite people in the entire universe.
My brat comes home from the mechanic tomorrow. I'm scared to death of seeing the price on the invoice. I'm praying it'll be $300 or less. If it's over $500, it'll slay me. I'm thinking it's probably high time I start thinking about a good used car. Unless I win the lotto (hint, hint, God!), in which case, to hell with used (I'd get a kick-ass 2013 Nissan Altima if I had the means). My birthday is in less than two weeks so my fingers are crossed. Wouldn't that be a gorgeous birthday gift? To win a $100 million jackpot? I'd have to be sedated...
Finally, speaking of birthday gifts, I was chatting with my mom a couple of hours ago, and I said, "You know, for several years I've thought that it'd be nice if I could lose a certain amount of weight or shrink a size or two by or before my birthday. It just occurred to me that my birthday is in less than two weeks and I'm already down two sizes. I just gave myself an early birthday present".
Have a nice week, everybody...
I have a black sleeveless sheath dress that I bought over ten years ago. It came as a 3-piece affair: dress, long A-line coat and trousers. Even though I've had these pieces a long time, the dress and coat are so classic that they'll still be appropriate 10 years from now. Talk about $40 well spent!
Yesterday, I figured I'd better designate a new goal outfit to keep me motivated. I knew I'd be into those black trousers really soon and the goal would be met, so I'd need a new goal. I chose the sheath dress and matching coat.
Something else I've noticed: My feet seem to be a bit smaller. I have two pairs of high heels that I've never been able to wear comfortably. They've always been just a bit too tight. They seem to be perfect now. I'd heard about women who lost weight and went down 1/2 to 1 whole shoe size. I pray I'll be one of them. I'd always been a size 10 and then when I began to really bulk up, I found myself needing 11s half the time. Worse still, I ended up needing a wide width. That's just tragic. I'd be well pleased if I went back to a 10M. If I get to a 9 or a 9 1/2, they'll have to sedate me.
Another thing I've heard is that some people actually grow an inch or two in height after losing a great deal of weight. Now, I haven't noticed a difference in my height but I'd love it if I'd grow a bit taller. When I was 18, the doctor measured me and I was 5'8". I got remeasured a couple years ago and I'd shrunk to 5'7 1/2". I really, really hope I'll grow as the de-larding process continues. I hope I make it up to 5'9 or a tiny bit over that.
I got to spend Saturday with my fabulous nieces, brother and sister-in-law. This was the first time my family was able to get together since this past November. We actually got to open Christmas presents. They were going to come for Christmas, but my 13-yr. old niece got strep throat, the 15-yr. old and my brother got the flu, and we all had a series of nasty colds that squelched all subsequent Yuletide joy. Not only that, but our schedules have been crazy. My babies are busy with Taekwondo and gymnastics, plus one is in high school and the other one is finishing up junior high. The ladies have pretty heavy academic loads. Finally, we adults have our work and obligations, so it's no wonder we couldn't get together. Anyway, I got to knock off and spend several hours cruising the mall with two of my favorite people in the entire universe.
My brat comes home from the mechanic tomorrow. I'm scared to death of seeing the price on the invoice. I'm praying it'll be $300 or less. If it's over $500, it'll slay me. I'm thinking it's probably high time I start thinking about a good used car. Unless I win the lotto (hint, hint, God!), in which case, to hell with used (I'd get a kick-ass 2013 Nissan Altima if I had the means). My birthday is in less than two weeks so my fingers are crossed. Wouldn't that be a gorgeous birthday gift? To win a $100 million jackpot? I'd have to be sedated...
Finally, speaking of birthday gifts, I was chatting with my mom a couple of hours ago, and I said, "You know, for several years I've thought that it'd be nice if I could lose a certain amount of weight or shrink a size or two by or before my birthday. It just occurred to me that my birthday is in less than two weeks and I'm already down two sizes. I just gave myself an early birthday present".
Have a nice week, everybody...
Friday, May 11, 2012
Hot Damn...
I'm at the end of my 6th week of T-Tapp. I am now down almost 2 sizes. I tried on a pair of pants this morning that were just about perfect. When I tried them on earlier this week they were still a bit tight. And my goal pants? I barely have to suck in my gut in order to get them buttoned and my bum looks great in them.
I think my spoiled brat will get looked at today. Say a prayer, gentle readers, that whatever is wrong is minor and inexpensive.
I think my spoiled brat will get looked at today. Say a prayer, gentle readers, that whatever is wrong is minor and inexpensive.
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Give Until It Hurts, Part Three...
My spoiled brat is acting up again. Apparently, spending $1100 wasn't enough to make it behave for more than 36 hours. Now, when I drive it, there's a horrible new noise. A sort of grinding, grating, knocking sound. My cousin figures it's either the ball joint (that was repaired last November) or a tie rod. I figure it'll be ruinously expensive. What the hell am I going to do now? And where am I going to get the money?
I'm beginning to wonder why I'm even bothering to attempt to get a life. Each time I try to get the ball rolling, some obstacle pops up. Not a little obstacle, either, but big ones that seem to cost a great deal of money. I'm so discouraged I don't know what to do.
Quickly losing faith...
I'm beginning to wonder why I'm even bothering to attempt to get a life. Each time I try to get the ball rolling, some obstacle pops up. Not a little obstacle, either, but big ones that seem to cost a great deal of money. I'm so discouraged I don't know what to do.
Quickly losing faith...
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Give Until It Hurts, Part Deux, Plus, A Strange And Wonderful Adventure...
Well, I got a good 24 hours out of my baby before a new, alarming, clunking sound started up. I don't know if a rock got stuck underneath or if something is loose or if it's because the tires need to be re-torqued very soon. Either way, I don't like it. Looks like my baby has grown up to be a problem child. Little brat.
I had something interesting and a bit startling happen to me yesterday afternoon. I was walking by the lake, as is my wont, and on my 3rd lap, I got hit on like crazy. Generally, the people who walk and bike there are quite friendly, particularly those with dogs. In the month that I have frequented this place, I have regularly seen the same man go through on his bike. Up until yesterday we always smiled at each other, said hello and went our separate ways. Yesterday, he passed me. We greeted each other and he went on ahead. Presently, I caught up and noticed that he seemed to be lingering under a pavilion on the side of the trail. Initially, I thought it a bit unusual for him, but I dismissed it and let my mind wander. A few seconds later, I heard him call to me, "Did anyone ever tell you that's a nice shirt?" I found this quite odd but thanked him politely and kept going. Next thing I knew, he was next to me, striking up a conversation. He wanted to know if I was from this area, what I do in my spare time and then, without any more of a preamble, he requested my phone number. This does not happen to me every day. In fact (and I'm kind of ashamed to admit it), this has never happened to me. Ever. After the initial stages of shock wore off, I realized that I was being hit on like I've never been hit on before. I was gobsmacked. I was a bit wary. I was intensely flattered. The guy was cute. His chin pubes were way out of control (the lower part of his face resembled a buffalo in need of a bikini wax), but he was definitely easy on the eyes. Nice smile. Gorgeous, crystal-blue eyes.
I don't think I handled the situation very well. I panicked and told him I was in an on-again-off-again relationship with someone and that it was complicated. As thrilling as this was, I was wary and a bit uneasy. I couldn't decide whether he was being sincere or up to no good. And he was very persistent. He asked my name and I asked his. He told me it was Thad. Then, he asked for a hug. This, I did NOT like. There wasn't another soul on that trail. We were surrounded by trees and water. The only escape, had I needed one, was into the lake. And, call me old-fashioned, but I found Thad's request for a hug to be very forward. I refused point blank, as gently but as firmly as I could. He persisted. I told him I don't hug men I don't know. Then, I told him that he wouldn't want a hug, anyway, as I was rather sweaty and gross. He said he didn't mind. Then, I told him I suspected I was too old for him. Turns out, he's 30. And age doesn't matter to him. He requested a handshake and I granted it. Asked for my number again and I refused. Wanted to know when he'd see me again if he didn't have my number and I said maybe we'd see each other on the trail again. Thad wanted to hang out. Meet for coffee. Be friends. He didn't want to take no for an answer and I was getting a bit too nervous to give him his way. Finally, he and I parted amicably. He was disappointed but was nice about it, and I continued my walk.
Was I right to be wary or did I act like a horse's ass? I hate to admit it, but I don't have a ton of experience with extremely determined men. This was terribly flattering. My first thought was, "Holy cow, the T-Tapp is working!" And I was so proud that I actually attracted a man. A cute man. Who really seemed interested in me. It was a relief to know that I do have some sort of womanly appeal. Besides, when you're chunky, you feel less than appealing and you get overlooked. A lot. Since age 13, I've listened to a particular friend brag about how this guy wants her and that guy is chasing her and that guy way over there thinks she's hot and implications that I don't compare to her. I'm grown weary of her self-congratulatory bullshit, so Thad's attention was a nice boost for my morale. I was sorely tempted to get on the phone, tell her about him and rub her nose in it for a change. I didn't. I'm treating this encounter like a treasure that only I know about. A good-looking, sexy man wanted me. Not her. ME. As imperfect as I am, cellulite and a spare tire and all, he saw something he liked. He pursued me. I may not have handled it as smoothly as I'd have liked, but he really wanted me. Damn it, that felt good.
I don't think I will tell her. This is a delicious little secret all for me, and I can hug it to myself when my friend starts her spieling.
More musings on this topic at a later date...
I had something interesting and a bit startling happen to me yesterday afternoon. I was walking by the lake, as is my wont, and on my 3rd lap, I got hit on like crazy. Generally, the people who walk and bike there are quite friendly, particularly those with dogs. In the month that I have frequented this place, I have regularly seen the same man go through on his bike. Up until yesterday we always smiled at each other, said hello and went our separate ways. Yesterday, he passed me. We greeted each other and he went on ahead. Presently, I caught up and noticed that he seemed to be lingering under a pavilion on the side of the trail. Initially, I thought it a bit unusual for him, but I dismissed it and let my mind wander. A few seconds later, I heard him call to me, "Did anyone ever tell you that's a nice shirt?" I found this quite odd but thanked him politely and kept going. Next thing I knew, he was next to me, striking up a conversation. He wanted to know if I was from this area, what I do in my spare time and then, without any more of a preamble, he requested my phone number. This does not happen to me every day. In fact (and I'm kind of ashamed to admit it), this has never happened to me. Ever. After the initial stages of shock wore off, I realized that I was being hit on like I've never been hit on before. I was gobsmacked. I was a bit wary. I was intensely flattered. The guy was cute. His chin pubes were way out of control (the lower part of his face resembled a buffalo in need of a bikini wax), but he was definitely easy on the eyes. Nice smile. Gorgeous, crystal-blue eyes.
I don't think I handled the situation very well. I panicked and told him I was in an on-again-off-again relationship with someone and that it was complicated. As thrilling as this was, I was wary and a bit uneasy. I couldn't decide whether he was being sincere or up to no good. And he was very persistent. He asked my name and I asked his. He told me it was Thad. Then, he asked for a hug. This, I did NOT like. There wasn't another soul on that trail. We were surrounded by trees and water. The only escape, had I needed one, was into the lake. And, call me old-fashioned, but I found Thad's request for a hug to be very forward. I refused point blank, as gently but as firmly as I could. He persisted. I told him I don't hug men I don't know. Then, I told him that he wouldn't want a hug, anyway, as I was rather sweaty and gross. He said he didn't mind. Then, I told him I suspected I was too old for him. Turns out, he's 30. And age doesn't matter to him. He requested a handshake and I granted it. Asked for my number again and I refused. Wanted to know when he'd see me again if he didn't have my number and I said maybe we'd see each other on the trail again. Thad wanted to hang out. Meet for coffee. Be friends. He didn't want to take no for an answer and I was getting a bit too nervous to give him his way. Finally, he and I parted amicably. He was disappointed but was nice about it, and I continued my walk.
Was I right to be wary or did I act like a horse's ass? I hate to admit it, but I don't have a ton of experience with extremely determined men. This was terribly flattering. My first thought was, "Holy cow, the T-Tapp is working!" And I was so proud that I actually attracted a man. A cute man. Who really seemed interested in me. It was a relief to know that I do have some sort of womanly appeal. Besides, when you're chunky, you feel less than appealing and you get overlooked. A lot. Since age 13, I've listened to a particular friend brag about how this guy wants her and that guy is chasing her and that guy way over there thinks she's hot and implications that I don't compare to her. I'm grown weary of her self-congratulatory bullshit, so Thad's attention was a nice boost for my morale. I was sorely tempted to get on the phone, tell her about him and rub her nose in it for a change. I didn't. I'm treating this encounter like a treasure that only I know about. A good-looking, sexy man wanted me. Not her. ME. As imperfect as I am, cellulite and a spare tire and all, he saw something he liked. He pursued me. I may not have handled it as smoothly as I'd have liked, but he really wanted me. Damn it, that felt good.
I don't think I will tell her. This is a delicious little secret all for me, and I can hug it to myself when my friend starts her spieling.
More musings on this topic at a later date...
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Give Until It Hurts...
Oh God...
I just got my baby back from the garage. Grand total: $1,101.09. A far cry from the $500 I was quoted. Apparently, when the guys saw the wheel bearings, they were ready to disintegrate at any time. I also needed new brake pads and something done with the rotors. And struts. And tire rods. The good news is that the car no longer sounds like all hell is about to break loose. The bad news is that Top Ramen may not be in my budget for a few weeks. Shit.
According to the mechanic, there shouldn't be any big repairs for a long time. God willing. But I'm not going to hold my breath.
Shit, shit, shit...
I just got my baby back from the garage. Grand total: $1,101.09. A far cry from the $500 I was quoted. Apparently, when the guys saw the wheel bearings, they were ready to disintegrate at any time. I also needed new brake pads and something done with the rotors. And struts. And tire rods. The good news is that the car no longer sounds like all hell is about to break loose. The bad news is that Top Ramen may not be in my budget for a few weeks. Shit.
According to the mechanic, there shouldn't be any big repairs for a long time. God willing. But I'm not going to hold my breath.
Shit, shit, shit...
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Hell's Bells!
My damn car had to go back into the garage this morning for the first of several repairs. Today, the mechanics are going to tackle a messed up wheel bearing. For quite some time my baby's been sounding like piece of heavy farm machinery. Last week it got worse and began sounding like a squealing pig stuck in the gears of a piece of heavy farm machinery. I took that as a rather obvious sign from the Universe that a qualified mechanic should fix the problem, ASAP. The estimate was $538. I can only hope that it won't cost more. Hell, I barely have the $538. If it has tires or testicles...
Discouraged.
Discouraged.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Steady As She Goes...
Nothing raises flagging spirits like being able to fit into things that, two weeks previously, were 80 or 90 sizes too small.
Case in point: My beloved local amateur hockey team posted some photos from the final game of the season to its Facebook page. There I am in one of them, suctioned-cupped to the glass (comme d'habitude), having a spazz attack. I'm not sure if a goal was scored or if it was during the fisticuffs that broke out in the closing moments of the game. Either way, I was going apeshit. I look horrible. In the photo I'm 2 sizes larger than I am now. My face looks bloated. I look like I have chipmunk teeth in a stupid chipmunk smile. My hair is a disaster, my face pasty. This is not an exaggeration. I have never photographed well. The last time I looked good in a picture was when I got my drivers license renewed in November 2000 (which is a miracle, because almost everyone looks like a psychopath in their license photos). When I saw the picture, the first thing that went through my head was, "Oh shit, I'm so ugly!"
My first instinct was to quit T-Tapp and walking. I mean, why bother trying to improve my body if I have a face like a bus crash. And, I'll admit it. I damn near headed to the kitchen to binge on ice cream and pasta. Instead, I did dishes. After while, I began trying things on.
I tried on an old trench coat of my mother's. I didn't expect it to fit. She's a size or so smaller than I am. Not only that, but she's petite. I'm a strapping 5'8". I tried that trench anyway. It fits almost perfectly in the body. Only one button is a tiny bit strained, plus the sleeves are a mite too short. Other than that, it's an excellent fit. I nearly died of shock.
My too-tight black trousers are still too small but I think a lot of the problem is in the cut. But, they've gotten a bit better.
One blessing in not being a knockout beauty: Beautiful people don't always age well. They hit their 50s and begin to resemble rotting fruit. God willing, if I truly am that awful-looking, I'll mellow with age. Or I'll end up fascinating and witty.
Fingers crossed...
Case in point: My beloved local amateur hockey team posted some photos from the final game of the season to its Facebook page. There I am in one of them, suctioned-cupped to the glass (comme d'habitude), having a spazz attack. I'm not sure if a goal was scored or if it was during the fisticuffs that broke out in the closing moments of the game. Either way, I was going apeshit. I look horrible. In the photo I'm 2 sizes larger than I am now. My face looks bloated. I look like I have chipmunk teeth in a stupid chipmunk smile. My hair is a disaster, my face pasty. This is not an exaggeration. I have never photographed well. The last time I looked good in a picture was when I got my drivers license renewed in November 2000 (which is a miracle, because almost everyone looks like a psychopath in their license photos). When I saw the picture, the first thing that went through my head was, "Oh shit, I'm so ugly!"
My first instinct was to quit T-Tapp and walking. I mean, why bother trying to improve my body if I have a face like a bus crash. And, I'll admit it. I damn near headed to the kitchen to binge on ice cream and pasta. Instead, I did dishes. After while, I began trying things on.
I tried on an old trench coat of my mother's. I didn't expect it to fit. She's a size or so smaller than I am. Not only that, but she's petite. I'm a strapping 5'8". I tried that trench anyway. It fits almost perfectly in the body. Only one button is a tiny bit strained, plus the sleeves are a mite too short. Other than that, it's an excellent fit. I nearly died of shock.
My too-tight black trousers are still too small but I think a lot of the problem is in the cut. But, they've gotten a bit better.
One blessing in not being a knockout beauty: Beautiful people don't always age well. They hit their 50s and begin to resemble rotting fruit. God willing, if I truly am that awful-looking, I'll mellow with age. Or I'll end up fascinating and witty.
Fingers crossed...
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