lot of fruit and low calorie stuff. There was a part of me that wanted
to go to Wendy's for a coffee milkshake but I resisted. I actually
stood in the doorway of a pizzaria and walked away. I thought of
buying a little bag of Nilla Wafers at the deli and drove by. Half of
this was want-power and half was fueled by an outside source.
Yesterday I went to get my hair done and found this fabulous new hair
dresser. I love her. It's a total score in the hair department!
However, everyone, especially my fabulous new miracle worker, there
made me feel super frumpy. There was a girl leaving for maternity
leave that day who was slightly bigger than me! Notice: PREGNANT
GIRL. It was very discerning.
Mind you these are all the rare form of the skinny girl breed. They
were nice and they didn't make me feel frumpy, which was lovely. But
sitting in that chair in front of this tall, size 0 woman in a dress I
can only dream of wearing, I saw my reflection as Jabba the Hut. Bad
bad bad.
I also haven't weighed or measured myself in weeks. It's time. I have
some fear. I feel that my body is different; a bit less flab and a bit
more firm. But that scale is so evil. It doesn't matter what I feel
like if that number isn't friendly. I'll have to do it tonight or
tomorrow and I'll report back.
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