When I saw fellow dieter Stacya Silverman a couple weeks back, she was like some amazing drug-sniffing hound, taking just 1/2 a second pass at me before she said “Those are new pants!”
I confessed that I’d made my husband buy them for me at Christmas when we were in NY. “That’s cheating,” she said.
Which is true. And I hate to be a cheater. So I’ve been hiding for a while. I want to be 100% perfect, I want to be a saint, and anything less demoralizes me. But in truth, the ordering of my husband to buy me those pants plus the decision to hold onto a jacket I bought for my daughter for Xmas (which she rejected) have been my only two transgressions.
(Note to self: it seems Christmas is your unraveling.)
Otherwise the diet has been going fine. I am happy to have the extra hours in my week that I used to give over to seeking enhanced beauty from something that might be waiting for me OUT THERE…And serendipitously the stress of life has led me to lose a few pounds since New Years so I don’t have to stick only to my muffintop-concealing schmatas
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Jean, it is good to hear from you. Your slip ups seem fairly benign compared to our friend Stacya! I tried to hint as hard as possible around Christmas time that I wanted clothes, no one came through! You are lucky to have a man who follows your direction!
Hey!!! Well, it was throwing stones from a glass house. But I know NEW when I see new. Your pants were hot, totally worth it.