21 to 50: 1989
Watch this space.
I'll get back to The Countdown, but at the moment, I'm up to my ears with a project that's due day-after-tomorrow Friday. I'm stressed. I just found out that I may need to rewrite a hefty chunk of it because a RL location that I *thought* was X in relation to Y may be more like Y in relation to Z. Since they're RL places in a major city, it HAS to be accurate. (Otherwise, I'm sure to have my screw-ups pointed out in countless "helpful" comments. I'd really rather not have that happen, thanks just the same!)
It's true: Virtue IS its own punishment.
Playing catch-up:
1989 stands out as a really good year, also known as "my thin phase". I think I was around 250 at the New Year. That winter, Dr Bizarre and sbjb and I went out to bars to listen to bands a lot, and since I had a closet full of cute new clothes to choose from, getting dressed took ages. I remember in particular a sweater I got at Lerner's. (This was a landmark event, as I'd NEVER been able to fit into anything from them before.) It was a very 80s sweater---white background with a black-diamond pattern (almost an argyle) around the torso with a border print of big red roses. I wore it with stirrup pants and my boots from London.
My 10-year high school reunion was that summer, and I got a terrific dresss for the dinner. It had a fitted waist and handkerchief hem and sleeves, the print was black on ivory with a subtle taupe squiggle. Most exciting: it was a size 12. That is, as near as I can remember, the ONLY time I've ever worn a size 12.
I stuck at 230; I got down to 225 for about five minutes, but it didn't last. Since 225 was where I was at in high school, I tried my prom dress on out of some wild optimism, and discovered that while the numbers were the same, the distribution of pounds wasn't. My boobs were bigger. I about needed a shoehorn to get back out of it.
The party came to a crashing halt in December, though, when Leroy's transmission went out on the way home from a concert in Daytona Beach. Doc and I wound up stranded in Ormond Beach (80 miles from home), in the middle of the night in 50 degree weather in a convertible with indifferent weather-stripping. Kat drove to the rescue and picked us up, sbjb invoked AAA and got Leroy towed a few days later, but I'm a stress eater, and I was stressed. This year, I sampled everything we got in the way of office gifts, and since I was the only one who really liked baklava, I pretty well demolished that single-handedly.
It was nice while it lasted.
.
I'll get back to The Countdown, but at the moment, I'm up to my ears with a project that's due day-after-tomorrow Friday. I'm stressed. I just found out that I may need to rewrite a hefty chunk of it because a RL location that I *thought* was X in relation to Y may be more like Y in relation to Z. Since they're RL places in a major city, it HAS to be accurate. (Otherwise, I'm sure to have my screw-ups pointed out in countless "helpful" comments. I'd really rather not have that happen, thanks just the same!)
It's true: Virtue IS its own punishment.
Playing catch-up:
1989 stands out as a really good year, also known as "my thin phase". I think I was around 250 at the New Year. That winter, Dr Bizarre and sbjb and I went out to bars to listen to bands a lot, and since I had a closet full of cute new clothes to choose from, getting dressed took ages. I remember in particular a sweater I got at Lerner's. (This was a landmark event, as I'd NEVER been able to fit into anything from them before.) It was a very 80s sweater---white background with a black-diamond pattern (almost an argyle) around the torso with a border print of big red roses. I wore it with stirrup pants and my boots from London.
My 10-year high school reunion was that summer, and I got a terrific dresss for the dinner. It had a fitted waist and handkerchief hem and sleeves, the print was black on ivory with a subtle taupe squiggle. Most exciting: it was a size 12. That is, as near as I can remember, the ONLY time I've ever worn a size 12.
I stuck at 230; I got down to 225 for about five minutes, but it didn't last. Since 225 was where I was at in high school, I tried my prom dress on out of some wild optimism, and discovered that while the numbers were the same, the distribution of pounds wasn't. My boobs were bigger. I about needed a shoehorn to get back out of it.
The party came to a crashing halt in December, though, when Leroy's transmission went out on the way home from a concert in Daytona Beach. Doc and I wound up stranded in Ormond Beach (80 miles from home), in the middle of the night in 50 degree weather in a convertible with indifferent weather-stripping. Kat drove to the rescue and picked us up, sbjb invoked AAA and got Leroy towed a few days later, but I'm a stress eater, and I was stressed. This year, I sampled everything we got in the way of office gifts, and since I was the only one who really liked baklava, I pretty well demolished that single-handedly.
It was nice while it lasted.
.