Friday, September 21, 2012
Spanx For The Memories
And how in the hell does this happen? I mean seriously - it's not like I've been dropping trou anywhere but at the CSH micro-mansion. And if there had been the occasion for me to dispense with my drawers on "foreign" territory, well hell, don't think I'd be keeping that a secret. Wink. Wink. Nudge. Nudge.
Again, I have done a full out pat-down, TSA-approved search of the house and surrounding gardens and they are nowhere to be found. Sheesh.
This whole forgetting/losing thing is almost driving me crazy. Take last weekend, Pebbles was over and we were "creating", meaning we were taking one of many trips to Michael Jo Ann's Lowe Hobby Home. We had been talking about how the candlestick on each table "still life" looked unfinished "and wasn't going to have a candle because that was too ordinary" - and as we were walking out of Michael's, I suggested maybe a small birdcage. She said "Oh, show me!" and we turned around and walked back in. I told her I couldn't remember exactly where I'd seen them, but they were on the bottom shelf and were $5.99 and we weren't together when I saw them. And we looked and looked and looked and we couldn't find them. I was beginning to panic because I was so sure they were there. Finally, we took a systematic approach and walked together starting in one corner of the store, down and around each aisle and rounder. And finally, and I do mean finally found them. I was never so happy to see a damned bird cage! Oh, and they were on the wedding stuff aisle. Sheesh.
So speaking of the state of my ass, you may notice that I haven't been posting my weight. That's because I don't know what it is. It's been weeks since I've weighed and I haven't missed it. I've been judging by my clothes (and as ever lifelong dieter knows - I know exactly what I weighed when I bought practically each piece of clothing in my closet). Linen-ish dress slacks? Fall of 2008 at 148. Slacks are loose and baggy in the butt. Black and white print dress? Early spring of 2010 at 141. Dress is fitting as expected. Vanity size 4 slacks purchased in summer of 2010 at 135. Even Spanx can't save this. So, if I were to venture a guess - I'd say I am sitting at 142. Not ideal, but not bad and the big bonus is that I don't have to "feel" a certain way when I read the scales each day. BTW, during my recent bout of Doc visits, I just averted my eyes when on the scale. Easy Peasy. I'm sure I'll get back to weighing one day, but I'm in no hurry.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. Memories, light the corners of my oh-shit-I-used-to-know what went here.