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My Life Thus Far
2007-04-04 05:59:26 (UTC)

A Baby Giraffe In Ballet Slippers

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I found a new resolve today. Even after being mistaken for
pregnant twice in two days last week, it still didn't
instantaneously set in that I needed to make an immediate
change in behavior. Somehow today, though, I figured it
out. I woke up feeling ready to undertake the major task
of getting BACK in shape. I'm nowhere near the state I was
in when I first started losing weight, but the one thing I
promised myself was that I would never let myself go like
that again. Losing 80 pounds teaches you a lot. Putting
back on even a fraction of it snaps you back to reality. I
worked too hard to let myself get that way again. Anyhow,
I went to the gym after work today for the first time in 3
weeks. That may not sound like a long gap, but I used to
spend 15 hours a week in the gym. To not go for so long is
a little embarrassing. I went to the Family Fitness Center
just so none of the regulars would notice I'd put on some
weight. I won't show my face in the "real" gym until I'm
back at 140.

I didn't write last night because I was too tired and lazy
to do so, but I do have one interesting thing that
happened yesterday to share...Kiki said two real words!
Mommy and Daddy! That may not seem like much for a two
year old, but to me it means the world. Things parents
of "normal" one year olds take for granted, I relish. My
baby FINALLY said Mommy! Daddy isn't coming as easily for
her, she's only said it once, but I heard it. She tries to
repeat it whenever she sees Snookums picture (which is all
the time. It's plastered all over the walls of the house).
She had a little accident in daycare today. She was
pushing a toy outside on the playground and tripped. She
fell and hit her head on the sidewalk. She was okay, but
the right side of her head and face has road rash and a
bruise. She pointed it out to me when I picked her up "boo-
boo" sounds so cute coming from a baby. I signed the
incident report and kind of questioned how it happened,
but I know Kiki is about as graceful as a baby giraffe in
ballet slippers. She's fine, that's all that matters.

Work the past couple of days has been interesting and
different. Tamara has been exploring my varying abilities
and has had me in the wardrobing center. Basically, I fit
woman and help them find the right bra for their needs. I
hate to say it, but I'm pretty darn good at it. I get a
lot of satisfaction from it, too. I remember how good it
felt to go in, get sized and try on bras that fit after I
lost all the weight. I was walking around in 38DD's when I
needed 34DD's it's a big difference and when I put on that
first 34DD, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I like
giving other woman that feeling, too. I had one lady come
get sized and she was shocked by the results. She'd been
wearing a 38C when she was actually a 34DD. Sound
familiar? Well, I set her up in a fitting room with all my
favorite bras (because I'm so experienced in the bra
department, it's almost scary). She came out with three
bras and got the matching panties to go with them. It felt
so great to help her find things that worked for her.

Okay, that's enough gushing about myself. I'm so tired I
can barely keep my eyes open. I think I shall retire now.
Ciao!




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