It's About To Get Girly

Yeah, I'm gonna talk about weight, so if you're incredibly bored or irritated by this topic...
You're probably a man.

I recently had to visit the doctor for some lady issues (This makes me sound as though I am infertile, or frigid, like I visited Dr. Freud) and the nurse did the usual to prep me; take my blood pressure, ask me about my medical history... Asked me to step on that scale...

I hate those medical scales. The metallic, sinister sliding scale that tips wildly back and forth as if to say "WHOA BESSIE. SHOULD NOT HAVE EATEN THAT PIZZA!"
It's so judgy, that inanimate doctor's scale. I know, I'm getting all Cathy on you. I'm sorry.
So with the posture of a death row patient getting strapped into the chair, I step onto the scale.
And after some adjusting and poking, the nurse says:
"Okay! 158!"

Ladies and possible incredibly bored gentleman: I have not weighed in the 150's for like, three years. I have been trying to lose this freaking college weight the entire time I was in college!
For some reason I just thought all those jeans in my closet I hadn't been wearing just got magically comfortable. Or I had forgotten about them. I thought that since I was dating a guy that thought I was super hot it was just making me feel more super hot.
I mean, that helped.
But I actually am. I finally lost that stupid weight, I'm finally wearing the clothes I want to wear and feeling cute and buying hot underwear!
This should feel like a victory!
And it totally did, for like a day.

And now all I feel is anxiety about KEEPING the damn weight off! I thought there would be some relief, you know?! I thought once I lost this weight I've been crying about for years, YEARS, that I would breathe a sigh of relief and be happy!
I am happy, to some extent. But there is no magical cure. It is all in your head. The way you see yourself is all in your head.
I have brainwashed myself into thinking I need to change, and now that I actually have, I still can't be relieved and happy.
So that sucks.

In some other amazing news, I went to "The Glitter Sale" at Goodwill this week. If you don't know what the Glitter Sale is, you really should, because it will change your life.
If you're a big fan of fur and vintage clothing.
So perhaps a smaller percentage of you then I thought. But still!
From what I gather from the website explaining the sale, the employees of Goodwill hoard the really nice, vintage, big ticket items and hide them in a room all year. Then for two bloody, grueling days, they open up a completely separate building INSIDE Goodwill and allow too many people to line up outside to cram inside the building with a million other women with sharp elbows.
I came away with an evening coat from the 40's (Maybe?) with a fur collar. I'm a little torn about that fur, but mostly because I don't want paint thrown on me.
Please don't throw paint on me.
This dead animal feels so luxurious against my cheek...

100 little Asian ladies line up outside the Goodwill on Dearborn.


Wanda Jackson wrote the soundtrack to my life.
So interpret that how you will. 
FUjiyama!