The Post With Two Parts

This posting has two parts:
Part I: in which I tell you how well I did (diet-wise) during a dinner out last night.
Part II: in which I take out my frustrations on the women's clothing industry.

Part I:
So, yesterday was the Beau's 27th birthday. I told him I'd take him out to eat anywhere that he would like to go. So we went to Texas Steakhouse. I ordered a 12 oz steak w/ baked potato and a salad. Now, I realize I could've been much more healthy with the sides, but baked potatoes are kind of my weakness, and I love them. But back to the story, I ate my salad and the rolls when they were brought to the table, but when my steak and potato were brough to the table, I *immediately* cut them both in half and only ate 1/2 of each.... then boxed the other 1/2 to take home. I was mildly proud of myself. Granted, I could've gotten 2 sides of steamed veggies, or gotten a vinegarette to put on my salad, but I was very proud that I didn't gorge myself. Baby steps, baby steps.

This morning, I was down 1 pound from yesterday. Yay! :) This makes me 1.5 lbs down for the month so far - not as good as I would like, but I'm working on it!

Part II:
So, as I mentioned, yesterday was the Beau's birthday. I got it in my head that I wanted to buy something sexy-ish to wear out to dinner last night. I was really just looking for a hott tank top or something. However, the garishness that I was faced gave me the strangest mix of emotions - disgust, disappointment, self-loathing, annoyance, frustration, sadness, and a twinge of hate, just for good measure.

Seriously, what is up with those people who design women's clothes for sizes 14 and up? I was wandering through the "woman's" section at JCP yesterday, and I was slammed in the face with Alfred Dunner seperates (which I won't be interested in for about another 45 years) and a collection of the most off-the-wall, in-your-face, loud, obscene patterns ever. It's like they figure we'll just throw the most outrageous patterns and colors on a shirt, and the public's sensory system will be so overwhelmed, they won't even realize how fat this person really is.

And really, there is no originality. It's the same basic shirt in 17 different patters or color tones. Really, it can't take that much more material to make a shirt for someone with a DD bra size than a C bra size. Or someone with a little bit wider shoulder span. And if it's really a huge deal, take a page from the wal*mart book - add 3 or 4 more dollars onto the clothes that are over a certain size (they do this in the men's section for extended sizes, fyi).

It just frustrates me that I have to look like a circus tent b/c designers assume since I can't wear a size 8 I want to hide my body. Seriously, I have a great rack and love to show it off. I love some of the looks out there that are unavailable in sizes over "L". WHY PEOPLE. WHY.

Okay. Now that that's out. It does give me more motivation to keep losing weight. Even though I've said that for ages. Maybe it's time to be really serious. Day by day.

Over & Out.

Wow.....

Wow, so it's June. Which means I haven't written in 6 months almost. Clearly, I'm a slacker. What's going on in my life now... I finally found a full time job, and have moved to the Tidewater area of Virginia. The Beau and I are enjoying living together, but it's brought out the worst eating habits in the both of us. We lived in food gluttony for about 2 months, going out to eat a lot and snacking after dinner. HELLO AGAIN, weight. AK. I am having none of this. I read an article that couples tend to gain 10 lbs (EACH!!) the first year they live together - well, he's definitely hit that mark, and I almost did. Wake up call again, back on the fitness plan.

I did buy 3 Jillian Michaels work-out DVDs, plus a cookbook called "Cook Yourself Skinny" with lots of great recipies. I've been eating really well, and have been losing some weight. Yay. I hope to be 30 lbs light by October, when I will be a bridesmaid. I'll keep you posted! =) I promise