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floatingleafAnother lovely thing that seems to be all over LJ right now.:)
I wish I knew what a New Wave Puritan was (;P), but other than that, the description under "read my visual DNA" is frighteningly accurate.:D
I went shopping again today, bought a nice, long, flowing sleeveless dress with a double-layered skirt that does a perfect job of concealing my undeniable surplus of flesh below the waist.;) I have always loved long, flowing skirts and dresses; except once I wore them just because I liked them, and now I wear them mainly because of their beneficial concealing qualities.:| I just cannot stand to see the outline of my round stomach and 'spare tires' through my clothes when I look in the mirror. I know there are many much heavier women around, but somehow that doesn't console me much. So what? There are also many much slimmer women around... lol. And I just can't get used to the idea of myself being on the heavier side of the spectrum, at least in my own perspective (I've been rather slim/average for most of my life, up to about 2-3 years ago). I know I should stop whinging and do something about it instead if it bothers me so much, but... it's much easier to whinge and complain than to exercise, so there you go.:/ Oh well. Don't mind me too much. It's just that lately every shopping trip brings me down a bit. Especially the fitting room part. You know, the glaring lights and huge mirrors... I strip down to my underwear, and suddenly I'm like OMG, who is this fat, middle-aged cow standing there??? It can't be ME. How in hell did this happen??? And the knowledge that it's only gonna get worse (not necessarily with weight gain, but with the aging itself) doesn't help much either. *sigh*
On top of that, I had a little unpleasant food poisoning incident today. I thought I was just getting my typical low-blood-sugar headache, because I hadn't eaten since noon, and it was about 5 p.m. by the time I finished my round through the mall - so I grabbed a quick bite at the food court and went back home. But by the time I got here, the headache was so strong I thought I might pass out behind the wheel.:/ I still didn't know what was wrong with me, so I took two migraine pills just in case and promptly collapsed on the bed. I thought I was just feeling nauseous because of the pain, but I didn't really get better until I threw up, so it must have been something food-related. Not the food from the mall, though, because I was already feeling bad when I ordered it. Probably the not-so-fresh leftovers I had for dinner last night. I should have known better. I always scoff at my mother when she eats unappetizing leftovers "because food should not be wasted". Except her stomach seems to be made of iron. Mine definitely isn't. Still, I'm lazy and don't like to cook too often... and apparently this is the price I pay. *winces* Thank God for fresh deli food... LOL.
OMG, what a boring, whinging post. I won't be surprised at all if a massive defriending takes place.;) It pains me to think of the few poor souls who friended me in the hopes of reading more sexy A/L stuff. I wish I could deliver such on a more consistent basis - I really do... But my muses are lazy, moody, disgruntled, capricious and unreliable - just like I am.:(
In light of the above, it's probably a blessing to the world that I am single.:|
OK. I'll shut up now. *hangs head in shame and logs off to get some sleep*
I wish I knew what a New Wave Puritan was (;P), but other than that, the description under "read my visual DNA" is frighteningly accurate.:D
I went shopping again today, bought a nice, long, flowing sleeveless dress with a double-layered skirt that does a perfect job of concealing my undeniable surplus of flesh below the waist.;) I have always loved long, flowing skirts and dresses; except once I wore them just because I liked them, and now I wear them mainly because of their beneficial concealing qualities.:| I just cannot stand to see the outline of my round stomach and 'spare tires' through my clothes when I look in the mirror. I know there are many much heavier women around, but somehow that doesn't console me much. So what? There are also many much slimmer women around... lol. And I just can't get used to the idea of myself being on the heavier side of the spectrum, at least in my own perspective (I've been rather slim/average for most of my life, up to about 2-3 years ago). I know I should stop whinging and do something about it instead if it bothers me so much, but... it's much easier to whinge and complain than to exercise, so there you go.:/ Oh well. Don't mind me too much. It's just that lately every shopping trip brings me down a bit. Especially the fitting room part. You know, the glaring lights and huge mirrors... I strip down to my underwear, and suddenly I'm like OMG, who is this fat, middle-aged cow standing there??? It can't be ME. How in hell did this happen??? And the knowledge that it's only gonna get worse (not necessarily with weight gain, but with the aging itself) doesn't help much either. *sigh*
On top of that, I had a little unpleasant food poisoning incident today. I thought I was just getting my typical low-blood-sugar headache, because I hadn't eaten since noon, and it was about 5 p.m. by the time I finished my round through the mall - so I grabbed a quick bite at the food court and went back home. But by the time I got here, the headache was so strong I thought I might pass out behind the wheel.:/ I still didn't know what was wrong with me, so I took two migraine pills just in case and promptly collapsed on the bed. I thought I was just feeling nauseous because of the pain, but I didn't really get better until I threw up, so it must have been something food-related. Not the food from the mall, though, because I was already feeling bad when I ordered it. Probably the not-so-fresh leftovers I had for dinner last night. I should have known better. I always scoff at my mother when she eats unappetizing leftovers "because food should not be wasted". Except her stomach seems to be made of iron. Mine definitely isn't. Still, I'm lazy and don't like to cook too often... and apparently this is the price I pay. *winces* Thank God for fresh deli food... LOL.
OMG, what a boring, whinging post. I won't be surprised at all if a massive defriending takes place.;) It pains me to think of the few poor souls who friended me in the hopes of reading more sexy A/L stuff. I wish I could deliver such on a more consistent basis - I really do... But my muses are lazy, moody, disgruntled, capricious and unreliable - just like I am.:(
In light of the above, it's probably a blessing to the world that I am single.:|
OK. I'll shut up now. *hangs head in shame and logs off to get some sleep*
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Date: 2007-04-29 01:50 pm (UTC)t sucks getting older, but as my dad always said, it beats the alternative.
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Date: 2007-04-29 09:42 pm (UTC)Tell me about it. Happens every time.:(
it beats the alternative
Yeah, well, when you look at it that way... I guess it does.:P