Those new Jenny Craig commercials piss me off. I lost 60 pounds and now I’m a size healthy. Sheeeeeeeeeeeet, if I could lose 60 pounds, I’d be screaming, “I’m the fuckin’ bomb. Hi Haters!” I want to be healthy sure, but I want to feel and look gorgeous. Why can’t we just say that? Okay, that’s it. I’m done. Talk to ya’ll later.
Thanks to everyone who commented on my last post. In looking at the two pics, I honestly don’t see much of a difference, but I’m happy to report that I have lost a size. I’m down to a 14 from a tight 16. I’m a little disappointed, because I’ve been busting my ass with these workouts, and I feel like I’m not getting anywhere (could it be those late night cookie raids?) I’m tired ya’ll. It seems like the weight appeared overnight, but it aint fallin off overnight. My arms still look like two 1/2 pound burger patties. WTF???? I’m doing more bicep curls and push ups than I’ve ever done. Please forgive me. It’s late, and I want cookies, so I’m going through a slight withdrawal.
Thank you Ryan for blowing up my head bigger than it already is. Thank you Brigitte for the lovely compliment on my smile. Naturalmel-hang in there girl. I’m with you all the way! I’m going to eat some fruit cocktail while I check out my shop over at Etsy. I’ll holla……
Last night Myia and I helped our cousin’s girlfriend get ready for his prom. I’d never met Amanda before, and when I saw her I was stunned by her. She was a very striking young woman. Amanda had never gone anywhere that required her to get all glammed up, so Myia and I were only too happy to assist this diamond in the ruff. Myia had hair duty, which I kid you not, was literally down to her butt, and it was healthy, minus a few fly-aways (but who doesn’t have those.) I was on makeup patrol. She really didn’t need any, but we wanted to give her a little color.
To wrap this little story up, I came home and pulled out my own prom pics, and I took a little trip down memory lane. I looked fab in my gown. It was a Jessica McClintock original. She was, at the time, the queen of prom dresses, and I of course waited til the last minute to get mine. My silly self had turned down two invites from a couple of guys who would be deemed nerds today. Actually, they were back then too. I had debated whether I’d go at all, but of course, my mother coerced me. My aunt Margie offered to buy my gown and we went shopping at Hecht’s (now Macy’s.) I didn’t have a particular style in mind. I only knew that it had to be black. I ended up choosing this long, black, taffeta gown. The top was white taffeta with these huge puffed sleeves and black polka dots all over. It was the bomb!!! I wore three and a half inch heels, and my god-sister Boobie came over to do my hair and makeup. I hated my hair though. I’d gone to the salon, and that witch butchered me. Boobie did the best she could. Well, that was almost twenty years ago-1989 to be exact. Looking at the photo has inspired me to amp up my workout. I am not seeing the results I want. I am putting an end to the little cheats I give myself. It’s thwarting my efforts. I’m turning over a new leaf! I’ll holla…..