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Post-Op Week 94: Going to the Prom

I won’t lie, I didn’t take a picture this week in my usual outfit.  I am also up this week.  Way up.  I know what I did–grazed, and ate way more than I should have.  I’ll pick up again next week and take care of business.

Next week will be better.  It has to be.  I did decide this week to continue on with more vegetables and fruits since I like the way I feel when I eat them.  So today I had calabacitas (zucchini, corn and garlic cooked in a chicken broth with a little cheese), grapes, a mandarin orange, a green salad with strawberries and almonds, and some hummus on red leaf lettuce.  Tomorrow I’m having almost the same stuff, just adding carrot chips to the mix.

So anyway…

Saturday night, my school had its senior prom.  I’d chaperoned it before, and decided that I would do it again.  The group of seniors that I teach this year  and I are pretty close.  I adore all of them, even the difficult ones, and so I wanted to share this milestone with them.

Not gonna lie, I was stylin’.

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Post-Op Week 65 Progress Report: Life Happens


This week sees me doing the weight loss cha-cha yet again.  The week was full of challenges stemming from the fact that we are currently a one vehicle household since my car decided last Monday that it had had enough and it was time for a permanent parking spot in the garage in the sky.  I was also dehydrated from yesterday’s trip to the State Fair, which saw me not drinking nearly as much water as I normally do.  But it also saw me walk nearly 6 miles without tiring, and most of that at a pretty good clip.  I couldn’t have done that last year.

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It’s Time, Professional Edition

I printed this out today.

I’ve thought about applying to be a consultant for College Board for a while now, but hesitated for a couple of reasons.

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Shopping My Closet: White Pants

Today marks an important event in my fashion history:  I wore a pair of white pants.


It should be noted that I have not worn a pair of white pants in over 20 years.

The last time I wore white pants, I was a nurse’s aide in a nursing home, and my uniform was a pair of white elastic-waisted pants with a white t-shirt.  I was 18 years old and had no real fashion sense whatsoever.  Nor did I have any body confidence.  This was not helped by the fact that one of the last times I wore those awful white pants, I was on my way to work at the home, and had to stop to fill up my gas tank.  The tank’s opening was behind the license plate (I drove a ’65 Impala) and so I had to bend over to get to it.  Some jackass driving by leaned out of his car and said, “You really shouldn’t wear those pants” and the other guys in his car laughed as they drove off.

Now I am 40, and have a much, much improved fashion sense.  I actually manage to look good most days of the week during the school year–I hate looking anything less than put together.  I also find that I have more body confidence as my body shrinks.  It’s a really great, empowering feeling.

So today when I was getting dressed, I knew what shirt I wanted to wear but wasn’t sure what pants I was going to pair with it.  I thought I might take a look in the closet to see if the white crop pants I’d bought last spring might fit.  I knew that they would go with the top, but I wasn’t sure they would fit.

I sat on the edge of the bed, slid them on, tugged them over my butt, and voila!  They buttoned perfectly.  I sat down to make sure they wouldn’t split when I sat, and thankfully, no such thing happened.

After I got over the initial shock and surprise, I asked my husband to take this picture.  I felt the day needed remembering.

Now I know Labor Day is not far off, but you know what?  Summer lasts until late October here in Texas, so I plan to continue to rock my white crop pants until it actually gets too damn cold outside to wear them.  That should happen about February.