Monday, September 21, 2009

Either My Best Idea Yet or The Death Of Me

Back with a Vengeance and an Expanding Waistline

The skinny jeans have been pushed aside. And I now wear dresses. Everyday.

I forewarned you of my possible absence from the blog world. I also promised a blog re-haul after my move and travels. So here I am, actually fulfilling my promises. Did I also promise a 10-15 pound weight gain? No. But I thought I'd be nice and throw in a little extra gift.

The last month has been filled with long nights, stressful days, and was cushioned between pounds of restaurant foods and bottles of wine. and vodka
. and champagne. I am not surprised of this weight gain by the least bit. But it doesn't make it feel any better.

The one thing that has saved me this time around are my skinny jeans. Last fall when I was at my lowest weight ever (which lasted approximately 2 days), I tossed all my fat clothes. Every last pair of jeans that didn't fit into my "size criterion". This was the smartest thing I've probably ever done. So instead of weighing myself on that devil machine we refer to as the scale (which I haven't done since June), I determine my weight by how well my skinny jeans fit. And they are tight. As in, I'm afraid the button will pop off if I sit. So I wear dresses. Thankfully Los Angeles doesn't have seasons.

So what's my next step? Cook. Yes, I know dealing with my food issues with food is a bit contradicting, but it's the only way I know.