Mother Nature must be a bitch

I just don't get it.....

I have been sort of dieting. Not really hard core, just following Weight Watchers as closely as I can, and being aware of what is going down the ol' gullet. I have lost almost 10 pounds in the past 6 weeks, and I really don't feel as if I am sacrificing too much. (I did avoid dessert last night so that I could have booze instead...priorities, people)

Here's the rotter...I updated my measurements today.

Guess where I lost the MOST inches? You guesses it...tits

Guess where I lost the LEAST number of inches...yup...ass.

Now, you may not know me, so I will fill you in. My biggest part..... my ass. And I am not what you would consider busty. When I buy bras the only ones that fit are either ones with Hello Kitty on them, or are stuffed with artificial cleavage. I guess the assumption is, if you buy my size you are either 12, or you want bigger boobs.

So, doing the math, I lost 5% of my chest measurement at 1% of my hip measurement.

Mother Nature, what the hell is wrong with you?

Just one voice

It's funny, isn't it, how just one little voice, coming from out of the shapeless, ubiquitous internet can put a person at ease.

Life is not so shitty after all. I know I have at least one of the 'other guys' on my side.

I'm still going to drink wine tonight, though.

I can do this

I'm 50.

And I sometimes still don't know what I wanna be when I grow up. What does it mean to grow up? My ass is fatter, my boobs are a little more saggy, my hair is definitely grey....and when I look in the mirror I think I look pretty shitty for a 30 year old. Then I remember that I'm 50.

I had a pretty shitty day today. I seem to be caught in the middle of a shit-ton of negative feelings, with no option but to travel down the road, stay on the bus, and let things work their way out. My daughter would say: "Everything will be fine in the end. If it's not fine, it's not the end." Actually I told that to her first, but she uses it against me all the time now. Foiled by my own advice!

Things will work out. Everyone will end up where they are supposed to be. Negative feelings will abate. I have never been really good at sitting and waiting. I am not a sitting and waiting kinda gal. Sometimes, when I start to doubt my strength, I remember visiting NY in 1985. I walked out of the subway and someone stole the wallet out of my purse on the way up the stairs. I looked down at my purse, saw it was open and looked up at the crowd on the street. A young kid was striding down the sidewalk with MY wallet under his arm.

I didn't think, contemplate, plan, or scheme.

I chased.

And I got my damn wallet back.

And I scared the shit out of a young punk who thought I was an easy mark.

I can do this....