Friday, December 27, 2013

A Way to Ruin a Day.

If you ever feel like your life is going too smoothly or your day is just too good to be true.  Go clothes shopping, it'll bring you back down to earth.

Before you head out, be sure you alert someone to your plan and whereabouts.  This is a necessary precaution, as once you enter the dressing room, the depression may drive you to Gary Busey.  And trust me, no one wants to be the poor person in the search party that finds you naked and crying in the employees only hallway behind Orange Julius and Wetzel's Pretzels in the mall.

Now that you've notified your next of kin, head to your favorite store and waddle over to your section.  Feel free to wave to the girls shopping in the sizes that you used to be.  Now, now, don't be shy... You're too far away from those cute clothes for them to actually recognize you.

If you happen to pick a store that equips their dressing rooms with that tri-fold style mirror, be sure to get a good gander at yourself from all angles, that's certain to be a rare treat!  And thus, you will have have the answer to that question that you ask at the bottom of every Funyons bag: "Wait, where did they all go?!"


Now, if you're feeling like your going to spiral out of control go grab something you know will be too big for you.  Be absolutely certain.  Pick a brand you know the sizes intimately, cause there's nothing worse than trying on a new brand and realizing you aren't a 10 you're a 22.  I recommend adding at least two sizes to your current measurements.  Try it on and pull the fabric to the sides like they do with all those weight loss ads.  Tell yourself the difference between this and you is something like 100 pounds.  That will make you feel nice and safe.  This will also remind you that it could be worse.


We can all do this!  ...with the right pair of jeans.
Last but not least, Thank God for Ann Taylor.  She (bless her heart) still thinks I wear a size 8.  It's so precious.

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

By The Numbers

So, I've been gone.  I'm still alive, still a porker.  Here's the lapse by the numbers:
 
18 months since my last post
4 significant weight gains and losses
1 new part-time job
 
Weight tracking or awesome roller coaster design, your choice
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 


0 magic crack-like weight loss pills left
20 pounds gained in two months

1 trip abroad
 
Miley tongue before it was Miley's
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
12 vows to start seriously dieting the next day

8 promises to start dieting next week
16 flat out lies about starting diets
1 massive record-breaking weight loss (30lbs)

1 couple's vacation
 
San Diego, where no dolphins were seen
 




 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
46 salads
1 breakup
90 fast food trips
97 pictures of myself that got immediately deleted due to gross factor
 
Come back for seconds later.