Ballgowns? Really.

I know, I know its been days and days since I posted anything. I wish I could say I've been busy. But I can't.

I can tell you that another depressing weigh-in may be in store tomorrow. But, next week is the week that all that changes. I am going to eat well this week if it kills me. Or you know, makes me sad. Because I went to try on gowns today and I didn't like what I saw.

We are having a big event at work and I need an evening gown. It's required. I know, I know, poor me, I just have to buy an evening gown. What a terrible life I must lead. But to be honest, trying on evening gowns is awful. Especially when you have pudgy arms and sort of wide hips and a pudgy waistline. And I have to say that all the times I cheated at weight watchers didn't seem worth it when I stood in that dressing room with the bad lighting and the tight polyester dress. With my tummy poufing out. And my arms looking like flabby sausages. Not even nice sausages. Flabby ones.

Er, not to get all self depreciating. Or overly graphic.

So I went home and did a series of ab workouts as I watched the Oscars. I've decided that since I watch so much TV, I need to just combine the TV and the workouts. It's an old trick that I've heard many times from weight watchers and even The Biggest Loser, so it must be true.

I would just like to add that my boyfriend is very sweet and did not comment on how pudgy I looked in the gowns. He kindly spent a lot of time talking about how great my bust looked in each dress. He also pointed out that my butt looked awesome. That's love.

Ok, goodnight from me. The weigh-in of DOOM is tomorrow. Please don't quit reading just because I can neither lose weight nor finish my book. I have other talents! I swear!

And with that, I succumb to sleep.