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( Weight loss and life musings - no 9-11 stuff )
I met the Husband for a bank run and lunch and we managed to eat at our favorite restaurant and keep on plan. Back to work for him and I was off to Target to buy a new iron and ironing board. Honestly, the excitement never ends in my life. Veggies from the farm stand and home for some quiet reading time.
I've been reading "Beautified" by Kyan Douglas, of Queer Eye fame. (Why, yes, I am obsessed - why do you ask?) It's a fairly good basic "how to do the girly thing and enjoy it" manual. Of course, the fact that at least half the pictures are of Kyan Douglas doesn't hurt, either. So what if he's gay - he's PRETTY!
But I digress.
I seem to have become fascinated with the trappings of being a woman. Now, this could simply be coincidence; after all, it's the first time in a decade that I could reach my toes to paint them without holding my breath. But I think it's the fact that I'm in the middle of crafting a whole new identity. Now I have the luxury of sanity and an emerging new body image.
It's not that I never thought of myself as female or womanly - it's just that I honestly have always been more comfortable dressing WAY down. If I could find a job in my field that would allow me to wear jeans all the time and drive a pick-up truck -- bliss. Of course, now it seems that the jeans will be well-fitted, I'll be wearing the right colors for my season (Summer, apparently) and I'll have a kick-ass manicure to go with the pick-up truck.
Anyone else have this kind of midlife crisis? Should I just chuck the nail polish and get a candy-apple red Miata?
I met the Husband for a bank run and lunch and we managed to eat at our favorite restaurant and keep on plan. Back to work for him and I was off to Target to buy a new iron and ironing board. Honestly, the excitement never ends in my life. Veggies from the farm stand and home for some quiet reading time.
I've been reading "Beautified" by Kyan Douglas, of Queer Eye fame. (Why, yes, I am obsessed - why do you ask?) It's a fairly good basic "how to do the girly thing and enjoy it" manual. Of course, the fact that at least half the pictures are of Kyan Douglas doesn't hurt, either. So what if he's gay - he's PRETTY!
But I digress.
I seem to have become fascinated with the trappings of being a woman. Now, this could simply be coincidence; after all, it's the first time in a decade that I could reach my toes to paint them without holding my breath. But I think it's the fact that I'm in the middle of crafting a whole new identity. Now I have the luxury of sanity and an emerging new body image.
It's not that I never thought of myself as female or womanly - it's just that I honestly have always been more comfortable dressing WAY down. If I could find a job in my field that would allow me to wear jeans all the time and drive a pick-up truck -- bliss. Of course, now it seems that the jeans will be well-fitted, I'll be wearing the right colors for my season (Summer, apparently) and I'll have a kick-ass manicure to go with the pick-up truck.
Anyone else have this kind of midlife crisis? Should I just chuck the nail polish and get a candy-apple red Miata?
contemplative
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