Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Day 255: Items of Note
Last night I wore the hot new outfit to zumba class: a clingy black top in sort of stretchy lacey fabric, long black Spandexy pants, and my hot-pink sports bra. Everything was well-cut and fit nicely, and I had impressive and well-supported cleavage.
I felt naked.
For me, "sexy" has always been about cleavage and whatever I do with my face and hair; I really feel like I've got nothing else. To present the entirety of my body like this . . . yowza. I could barely get my jacket off. Someone said, "You look like you've been out in the sun, you're all pink," and I said, "I'm blushing" — all over!
The class, though, couldn't have been nicer. They actually applauded me! The Italian Spitfire gave me a wolf whistle! A woman I know only slightly came over and said, "I noticed when you came in, before you even got your jacket off, how toned you're looking." The woman who always stands behind me gave me a hug. It was really, really sweet.
I think I will wear "the outfit" every time I lose another five pounds. That will be a nice way to celebrate and announce. But I don't see myself wearing this every week!
My Brilliant Career
Today I printed and mailed my application for the Children's Writer-In-Residence Program. Fingers crossed! All I can do now is hope (and try not to think about it, really).
As I was printing, which took a while, I got a work request from one of my favorite clients, someone I haven't heard from in a while, to do a job that sounds awesomely fun. Good omen, you think? I will take it as such.
I went to my favorite Thai place for lunch to celebrate, and I was determined to pig out and drink lots of wine. First I had a very interesting salad, comprising lettuce, tomato, rice noodles, shrimp, snap peas, shredded carrots, and a sweet-spicy dressing — yum! And then I tucked into a gorgeous plate of Pad Thai . . . and was full after 10 bites. And I did have wine, but stopped at two glasses (back in the day, I could put away four, no problem. Not that that was usual, but for a celebration lunch? No problem). It was interesting to see how my stomach has shrunk, or whatever. I went to Starbuck's right after for a coffee and thought of getting a sweetie . . . but I just didn't want one. So that in itself was a kind of celebration.
Darling Barry, Missing the Mark
My new Manilow CDs have arrived and I've been enjoying a musical orgy! But I have to say, I am very disappointed in his rendition of "You've Lost that Loving Feeling" — he's way too upbeat and chipper. This is a heartbreaking song! Whenever I hear it, I'm instantly transported to the horrible weekend when it looked like my best male friend and I (I'll name no names) couldn't be friends any more. (He is more likely to describe it as "That Weekend You Were Such a B**ch.") That sang came up in my CD rotation, and I played it over and over and over again as I drove home (he lived a couple hours away at that time), weeping, weeping, weeping.
Barry's peppy little ditty is just all kinds of wrong. But so far, that's the only song I haven't loved.
Oh, and my best male friend and I have since made up and are total besties again. But I'll still name no names. ☺
I Think There Was One More Thing, But I'm Blanking
I'll add it later if it comes to me. Right now, I've got to get dinner on the table and decide whether I'm going to zumba tonight. (I am SO tempted to blow it off and stay home and drink wine and watch TV and take a bath and wallow. But I'll probably go.)