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We are well into the plans for our office holiday party. Just like last year, I�m on the planning committee, and just like last year, I�ve done way more of the planning than I�m particularly comfortable with. The "committee" essentially consists of myself plus two other people in the department. Not sure how it becomes mostly me who�s working on it, but�so it goes. It�s a fun party. The department pulls out all the stops. I always have a good time. I�m looking forward to it.
Except for this one little thing.
I have apparently gained 15 pounds since last year�s party.
Now, I�m not fat. I�m a little out-of-shape (okay, truthfully, a lot out-of-shape), but I have a long way to go before I remotely resemble fat. There is, however, more of me in certain key areas than there used to be, and it�s enough more that my party clothes don�t quite fit right any more.
I was really hoping to avoid buying something new to wear this year, since I can�t afford it at all. With 40 people on my shopping list, a brand new computer in my living room, tuition looming on the horizon and a nice shiny new muffler system on my car, finances are a little tight right now, to say the least. And anything I buy right now will become my "fat dress" and I�ll never want to wear it again, which is enough to make me pause, even in days where my wallet is bigger than my waistline.
It wouldn�t be such a big deal, I suppose, if I hadn�t pulled out all the stops last year. It was the first year I�d planned the party, which made me feel hostessy, and I felt I should be especially dressed up. I found this incredible silver ballgown that made me feel like Audrey Hepburn. Ignoring the fact that it was about $200 above my dress budget, I bought it. I�ve now worn it to four formal occasions, and I�m not sorry at all. But I can�t wear it to this party again, and even if I could get away with the same-dress-two-years-in-a-row stigma, it�s a little tight through the belly right now anyway.
Part of me is considering the "lose-15 pounds fast" route. I hate that part of me.
The other part is saying "Fuck that�let�s just have ice cream for lunch and be done with it!"
I love that side of me.
What�s 15 pounds between friends?
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