I liked today...I pretty much played "dress up" all day.
First...the cheetah print skirt.
Yep, I wore it.
I rocked it.
I rocked it with black stiletto boots.
Which Dimples warned me not to do but I told him that my knee be damned, I was going for "hotness" and not hot mess so no other shoes would do.
So I wore the cheetah print skirt up to my son's school and showed my friend (the middle school principal) because I told her I would.
Check that off the list of things I planned to do when I lost weight.
So I sit in said skirt and watch GOTT choreograph the first part of "Hard Knock Life" and proceed to scream with delight through it all...
It is going to be totally adorable...GOTT is genius.
After that I decided it was time to go shopping...
for...
underwear...
(men, you can just stop reading here...or scroll down a bit...because you cannot relate to the experience at all...)
I've lost so much weight that I needed to be "fit" for undergarments and dammit I have worked hard so I was going to reward myself with something from Victoria's Secret.
When I get to goal weight I'm going to blow a chunk of cash on something from Agent Provocatuer (right now I only wear their perfume) but for now VS will more than do.
I go into the store and the darling sales girl screams when I tell her I have lost 110 pounds. She kept asking me how I did it...
4 bras and 8 pairs of underwear later I left the store with a red bag full of undergarments in my hand.
I haven't shopped at Victoria's Secret in 8 years...almost 9...
It. Felt. Great.
Would it be oversharing to say that I even bought some thongs?
I always overshare...
But if Dimples is going to have me do a bijillion squats, lunges, and step-ups, by damn I will not have panty lines...
After all of that fabulous shopping it was time for bootcamp.
Which was awesome...
We are all getting stronger...more fit...feeling good...
But the best part was that we were joined by a WARRIOR...a beautiful kicked-cancer-in-the-ass warrior...my friend Princess C...
(You see...when you kick cancer in the ass you get to be called Princess in my world...)
So Princess C will celebrate one year since her surgery tomorrow...
And she looked beautiful to me...
her hair has come back...and her beautiful eyes were more beautiful than ever...
and she worked out and had fun with us and said it felt so good to be moving...to be outside and enjoying it...and I loved watching her move about the park with us.
Because...she is here...
Because she survived...
Before bootcamp I showed Dimples my "goal" dress.
I pulled it out today and gave it a good long hard look.
I have a couple of goal dresses...they were my mother's. All of them black, all of them special...
But this dress...this is THE dress.
It's the Vera.
The Vera Wang.
No, not THE Vera Wang that I want Oprah to get me...that will be a gown...
This one is a cocktail dress.
One I chickened out of wearing to a party 8 years ago.
Here it is...
front view...one shoulder...sheer in the back...
Here is the back...you can't really see it very well...
So I show this to Dimples...who just smiled and looked slightly puzzled as to why I was holding a dress in front of him, but he's a doll and patient so he let me explain...
And I told him that I was holding the little scrap of black fabric he was working to get me in.
I often visualize that dress when I want to give up...
Today it made me run faster.
When I got home I hung the dress back up. And then I decided I couldn't help myself.
I had to see how "far" I was from getting into it.
I slipped it on...over my head...
ok
Then I reached for the zipper...
it zipped!
OK...
stretchy fabric...
but it was not heinous...I mean, with a good pair of spanx (or two) I could wear it.
I showed Ke$ha Barbie. We both got pretty excited. I cried. She hugged me and kissed me...and finished zipping me up.
And declared that I was going to look hot in it when I wore it.
So now I have a couple of months before the party I plan to wear it to. And I now know I can do it.
It's in my grasp.
But I'll still need spanx...or a thong...or fishing line and Crisco.
In any case...I can wear the dress.
When I took it from my mother's closet after she died I said it was because I wanted to wear it sometime. I didn't know when or how but I WANTED to wear the dress again.
After a few years I figured I would just give it to Ke$ha Barbie.
She says she is fine with it being mine...what a good daughter...
So it was a good Monday...and I'm feeling good.
I wore a silly skirt with boots, I bought thongs and bras, I zipped up a dress that I thought I would never wear.
But despite all of THAT good...the BEST part...the truly BEST part was Princess C showing up to work out with us.
Because she is a warrior...and she will be strong again...and she is, and always has been BEAUTIFUL
And she's feeling good...
And THAT, well that...that is priceless...she is here and she kicked cancer in the you-know-what...and she's feeling good...
And that makes me feel REALLY good!
Inspiration Song: "Feeling Good"...multiple artists...George Michael has a great version...but my favorite is Buble...Michael Buble...he's dreamy...
Bye Darlings...do something that makes you feel good today!
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