Fantastic Day

This has been an extraordinary day. I wore a bra today, I feel like singing Shania Twains Man I feel like a woman!! The right one was really starting to blend in with my tummy.

By the way I'm also typing on a laptop Frank brought home to me today, the keyboard is a french keyboard so I will be making typing mistakes again I apologize for my grammatical mistakes I really am trying to improve my use of the English language. OK back to my day.

Breakfast with one of my childhood friends Therese, then Frenchy's, OH JOY OH BLISS. Home for lunch then went to Frank's office and saw his staff, who are sensational. Then to the La Martinique to pick up my wig. (So Jennifer Anniston). Then to the Mall to finish off my new wardrobe. I ran into a really nice lady I worked with years ago and we had a nice chat.

Now you have to hear about my cat Calli: well Calli who is an indoor cat who likes to think she is an outdoor cat started to rant at the door. Then she was all over me meowing rubbing against my legs I stepped on her tail she didn't move, kept bothering me. So I said Calli it's a mouse isn't it? So I let her out and sure enough when I came home there was a mouse on the door mat. I go upstairs (Rob had let her in) and she is looking at me so dreamily. Since my diagnosis all field mice are in big trouble. I am starting to really feel sorry for them. Anyway I think this is funny. So I now have ESP with my cat.

I am noticing however that Sales Clerks, Doctors, Hairstylists, Receptionists....all these women that I spoke to on my fantastic day have one thing in common ...here it is.....OK I'll say it why start censuring now....WEIGHT ISSUES!! Come on I thought I was alone in this, hating the scale, legalizing some foods and banishing others forever or until the deprivation gene associated with this malady goes through cell division and all of a sudden the brownies they denied themselves for 3 weeks are on the counter and in the mouth. OMG we need to help each other. Weight gain is a natural right of getting a li'l older, we don't want the 25 year old body again. OK so plastic surgery is a billion dollar business some of us want those boyfriend jeans or skinny jeans , I mean I may have a slight addiction to shopping and we are building a new room for my shoes but come on lets eat, walk a little and stop dieting, stop the cleansing, the south beach, all of it. If the effort I put into dieting the last 30 years and worrying about my looks I could have a doctorate in nutrition. You know what some of us look good with curves, some of us have ruined our set point forever. During my fantastic day today 4 woman mentioned to someone who is bloated from chemo drugs, has to eat every two hours to not feel nauseous, how much weight they have gained. For me this is sadder then breast cancer. Are we going to be judging ourselves at 90 years old on what the scale says. Look for health reasons don't eat the whole pie but eat a piece of it buy the skinny jeans and feel sexy in them. Listen those of you who are unhappy with your weight tonight, do you think all the diets I went on meant anything to me last week when I was hooked up to chemo??? I'd give anything to never have had bought a diet book or given one to someone to help them lose, because I had lost weight on that particular one. My dieting journey started at 13 and ended August 24th 2009 with a Breast Cancer diagnosis. I will have relapses I will when I see myself falling back into crazy food thoughts, remember an email sent to me from a high school friend whom upon reading my blog picked up on my disorder and gently reminded me to lose the crazy thinking and eat. We need to be a sisterhood we need to talk about our good deeds who we helped today not what the scale told us to think about.

Thanks for listening and helping me my dear friends.