Get on the scale the morning after Thanksgiving. Trust me on this one. Just spare yourself. I'm uber-depressed now, because it's going to take a week of boot camp exercise and seriously watching everything I eat to get me in the right mental and physical frame of mind to put on a cocktail dress and go be festive. I have three party invitations in a row, I can blow off one, the other two I don't want to blow off. I have nothing to wear. I don't mean that in the "I don't want to wear anything in my closet" sense, I mean, I literally have nothing to wear.
I've been shopping online for dresses. Then I realized I also need "party shoes" and suddenly felt very, very tired, and my feet started hurting just thinking about it.
I'm really, really NOT looking forward to shopping this weekend, but I have to find something. I think Macy's will be the first (and if I'm lucky, only) stop, they have a good selection of cocktail dresses on line. I really like this one. Of course, if I get something like this I'll be so insecure I'll have to spend the next week in the gym, but I planned to do that anyway. I need to do that. Badly. Otherwise, it's perfect. I recall a friend at the old job bitching about cocktail dresses (her son was getting married and she needed MOG dinner dresses), and pointing out that it's either Brittney Spears slutwear or Barbara Bush dowdy jacketed frumpery, not much in between.
I am not a shopper. This is evidenced by the fact that most of my wardrobe is functional and, once I get the size figured out, purchased from catalogs. The idea of going into a store and trying on dresses, especially when I am this level of post-holiday stuffing, leaves me depressed before I even start.
Thanksgiving dinner turned out well, and as usual I'm glad that crap's over for another year. We have leftovers but not an insane quantity - after 25 years, I'm finally sizing the bird right, and I actually organized things to minimize cleanup so today all I have to deal with is a soaking roasting pan.
No Dudley pictures, I'm afraid - he was a black and white blur of crazy all evening. He adores Boy and Girl's BF and was so excited by the good cooking smells, he was a maniac, moving from lap to lap, wiggling and snorting and generally driving us crazy. Girl's BF did teach him to catch a toy when he threw it, which was a new skill for Dudley. He collapsed and slept after everyone left, and I suspect he'll spend today comatose. Murphy of course takes these things in stride by now, being a mature dog of 5 - he did come running when I said the magic words "pumpkin pie." Murphy's a picky eater and a weird little dog - he turns his nose up at a lot of things, but he loves pumpkin pie, with or without whipped cream. Dudley forced himself to eat a bit because Murphy was eating it, but you could tell it wasn't really his thing.
Yes, these dogs are very, very spoiled, as if you hadn't noticed.
So the holiday season is officially off and running. Just to prove there is not a shred of logic about my thought processes right now, I'm bitching about being fat and really wanting to bake. I didn't get around to the apple pie on Wednesday and heard about it ALL DAY yesterday, so today I will be making pie(s). I might as well make two, I have two pre-made pie crusts. The Doughboy's pie crusts are good enough for me, this pie is all about the filling and the topping, as long as the crust isn't shoe leather it works. I didn't do much baking for the past few years, it's taken a long time for the urge to return. I just have to remember, I can bake it, I can't eat it. Much.
More coffee. Then maybe I'll psych myself to go to the mall. Maybe.
I feel for ya on the shopping front. I hate it too and love the catalogs. Let us know how the baking-but-not-eating goes. Wish I could psych myself into that!
ReplyDeletePsyching yourself into not eating: Go to a department store. Pick a cute cocktail dress off the rack in your former size. Be unable to pull it over your boobs. Forget zipping it. Look at flabbage in full-length dressing room mirror. Refrain from killing self, but suddenly pie, it loses its charm.
ReplyDeleteI did South Beach in 2004--loved it, but I was too lazy (and out of shape) to exercise, so in six months I only lost 23 pounds. Not bad, but I decided I needed to take a break, and I've never gone back. I need to, though--I need to lose at least 70 pounds.
ReplyDeleteMaggie is happy to report that we spent a quiet Thanksgiving at home, where she was able to partake of turkey, dressing and gravy, green beans, and pumpkin pie. She is enjoying leftovers just as much as I am.
Why in the world would anyone have a dog and NOT spoil them?
I don't know why I ever quit SB, it's easy, the recipes are great, there's no sense of "denial" - I think it's just that it's hard to change cooking habits, and when I get busy I tend to fall back on the "old standby" meals, which are awfully Homer Simpsonian. The new cookbook is great, btw, I've thumbed through it and saw a lot of recipes I want to try soon. I used to belong to the online site, it was a great recipe resource but I didn't use the "forums" and such, so I dropped it.
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