02 January 2010

The Transition to 28 ii: Pretty Woman

Jesse & I made our own delicious breakfast on my last day of 27. We had pancakes, scrambled eggs & toast. You may be saying to yourself, I thought you didn't like eggs. You're right. I don't. But they are an excellent source of low calorie protein and since I don't eat most breakfast meats, I need something to go with my morning carb festival. So I ate the eggs, scrambled with a lot of cheese and topped with salsa. Cheese & Salsa really can improve almost anything.

The big present for turning 28: clothes.

Anticlimactic? Certainly not. They needed to be bought. And that would not have been done if not for Jesse.

I strongly dislike shopping. I can not stress that enough. I have a short, round torso in a world designed for the tall & slender. I have long legs and basically hidden hips. My shape has changed since I've lost weight. Now most of the excess pounds hover around my tummy, like a life preserver. My shape makes it tiresome to shop. My inability to justify prices makes me argue every purchase with myself. Shopping is a chore. It's not nearly as fun as cleaning. And even though I should have gone sooner, I didn't. It somehow wasn't fun until Jesse was buying.

We hit four stores and spent oodles. It was still stressful - Jesse just sat in one store for an hour while I tried on stuff that would look good on anyone else. It was tedious, but worthwhile in the end. I got everything I wanted. I felt like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. As Joel pointed out, that made me the whore. And that didn't bother me whatsoever.

We had dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant and walked down to Ghirardelli Square for dessert. I had never eaten there and I still haven't. The line was ridiculous. Overpriced sundaes are apparently where it's at. We came home & tried to watch an artsy French movie. It was so bad, I'm not even going to name it. I ended up watching Lord of The Rings: the Two Towers - which is my favorite of the trilogy. So the evening was a success.

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