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stellar_dust is along to point things out and tell me that my brain is broken when I make tentacle sex comments and such, so we taped it and I s'pose we'll watch it tomorrow, after Mom takes us yard sailing.
I've been very lacking in entries in general lately, slice of life ones moreso. Well, when I got to read Mom's letters home from when she was my age, the most useful part was being able to tease her about living on chocolate and cheesecake for days at a time, so I thought I'd reveal how I keep my svelte figure. Today I have eaten:
~8:30: Half a glass of mango juice left over from yesterday; some water
~12:00: Three rounds of fried plaintain w/powdered sugar, two small slices of banana bread, three pieces of Mary Sue saltwater taffy. (The taffy was our thank-you gift for the young people who helped out a VBS. Sister and I snickered over the name for a few minutes, and then we and pastor's kid settled down to the serious business of trading, to make sure we each had at least one piece of each flavor.)
~3:00: Can of caffiene-free Coke, Nutri-grain bar, ~two dozen cheese Pringles, half a cup fresh blueberries.
~12:00: Can of ABCs and 123s (with meatballs!), really old packet of Gushers, glass of milk.
Yay for balanced meals and regular mealtimes!
Speaking of my svelte figure, yesterday after we left church we went clothes-shopping. This was a rather momentous occasion, actually. I realized that I literally couldn't remember the last time I'd gone, and earlier this summer I cleaned out my closet, getting rid of everything I never wear or don't like wearing, leading to the realization that I had literally one dress left. Also,stellar_dust has been making me watch Buffy, so I started to crave a few tops more interesting than the ones I already have. (T-shirts and turtlenecks and flannels only get you so far.)
Anyway, in my family clothes-shopping meaning getting bribed with used books into visiting all the local thrift stores. Which is interesting; I've tried shopping at retail stores, but there's so little selection. And what there is, is all the same. (Plus it's, like, expensive, of course.) Although, I was thinking as I was shopping that I always hear people complaining about how nobody sells clothes made for large women. Shopping at thrift stores it's always the opposite experience: there are racks and racks of L and XL, but maybe half a rack of S, which is where I need to look. Thrift stores sell what people actually *wear*, as eye-sporking horrible as that may sound the third time you come upon a bright orange beaded minidress with fringe down to the floor.
I ended up with 9 pieces of clothing (and some underwear, but we'll get to that later) for about $45. Not bad; we'll see if I wear any of it. I got three dresses, two comfy round-the-house things, which I realized I needed because every so often I get cramps (which have nothing at all to do with my healthful diet, see above), and I want to wear something with no waist, darn it; and a long gauzy formal one that manages to look halfway elegant. Four tops, two really nice peasanty-poety type things that are more exciting than the ones I already have, a shimmery blue-purple tank top, and a midriff-baring black thing that looks like something Esmeralda would wear. (I have a bunch of old foreign coins, already made into charms, that I got from my grandmother's jewellery; I need to find a belt to string them on.) And a black vaguely-Oriental jacket-tunic thing, and a very floofy black lace skirt, which make me think I'm going to have to go to the Gaiman reading just to have an excuse to wear them.
Then I went bra-shopping for the First Time Ever! Am I a real woman now? (*g*) I have a few outfits that really are designed for a bra under, so, figured I might as well. I got basically the only style in my size without underwire or padding or other nonsense. Can anybody tell me why they even *sell* A-cup bras with underwire? (Also, the standard bra-size calculator makes no sense; if I do it that way I get a negative cup size.) Then at Goodwill sister found a strapless bra in my size, so I said what the heck, and got that too. And some new underwear at K-mart in a style I've never tried before.
In the new spirit of 21st century post-irony, I'm thinking of getting an account at mystylediary.net to show off my costumery. What d'you think?
And we got about a dozen used books while we were at it, yes. To continue the slice-of-life theme, on my Currently Reading pile I have: Lord of Light, by Roger Zelazny, for about the sixteenth time (and my crush on Yama-Dharma grows stronger each time), because I was thinking about de-Ascension and godhood and buddhism-that-isn't; The Book of Night with Moon, which has cats, subways, dinosaurs, and (in the sequel) E. Wallis Budge, because it was at goodwill and Diane Duane (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
outofambit) is still my Favorite Writer Ever, even if all her conlangs sound exactly the same, and Deep Wizardry, which is in the same 'verse, and they had at the library when I went to return books this afternoon; The Book of Werewolves, which I got at the used bookstore a month ago, and which bills itself as "the encyclopedia of shape-shifting beings", but which is really pure crack. (Really. I read the 'fox maiden' entry out loud to sister, and she said 'okay, that must be a Japanese myth, because it sounds like the outline of a Ranma episode.' Only with rather more gratuitous necrophiliac menage a trois, really); and still working on The Complete Idiot's Guide to Cartooning (the werewolf book is giving me the urge to try to illustrate some of the more bizarre myths children's-book style.) And on tabs, Living History and Before You and Line War and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
metafandom.
The plumbing has gone all broke again. Bah. The upstairs bath is leaking into the downstairs bath, which leaves only the shower in the littlebathroom, which has absolutely no ventilation. In this heat it's bloody *annoying*. I suppose I shall just have to make do : our house does now have an air conditioner for the First Time Ever.
stellar_dust is along to point things out and tell me that my brain is broken when I make tentacle sex comments and such, so we taped it and I s'pose we'll watch it tomorrow, after Mom takes us yard sailing.I've been very lacking in entries in general lately, slice of life ones moreso. Well, when I got to read Mom's letters home from when she was my age, the most useful part was being able to tease her about living on chocolate and cheesecake for days at a time, so I thought I'd reveal how I keep my svelte figure. Today I have eaten:
~8:30: Half a glass of mango juice left over from yesterday; some water
~12:00: Three rounds of fried plaintain w/powdered sugar, two small slices of banana bread, three pieces of Mary Sue saltwater taffy. (The taffy was our thank-you gift for the young people who helped out a VBS. Sister and I snickered over the name for a few minutes, and then we and pastor's kid settled down to the serious business of trading, to make sure we each had at least one piece of each flavor.)
~3:00: Can of caffiene-free Coke, Nutri-grain bar, ~two dozen cheese Pringles, half a cup fresh blueberries.
~12:00: Can of ABCs and 123s (with meatballs!), really old packet of Gushers, glass of milk.
Yay for balanced meals and regular mealtimes!
Speaking of my svelte figure, yesterday after we left church we went clothes-shopping. This was a rather momentous occasion, actually. I realized that I literally couldn't remember the last time I'd gone, and earlier this summer I cleaned out my closet, getting rid of everything I never wear or don't like wearing, leading to the realization that I had literally one dress left. Also,
stellar_dust has been making me watch Buffy, so I started to crave a few tops more interesting than the ones I already have. (T-shirts and turtlenecks and flannels only get you so far.)Anyway, in my family clothes-shopping meaning getting bribed with used books into visiting all the local thrift stores. Which is interesting; I've tried shopping at retail stores, but there's so little selection. And what there is, is all the same. (Plus it's, like, expensive, of course.) Although, I was thinking as I was shopping that I always hear people complaining about how nobody sells clothes made for large women. Shopping at thrift stores it's always the opposite experience: there are racks and racks of L and XL, but maybe half a rack of S, which is where I need to look. Thrift stores sell what people actually *wear*, as eye-sporking horrible as that may sound the third time you come upon a bright orange beaded minidress with fringe down to the floor.
I ended up with 9 pieces of clothing (and some underwear, but we'll get to that later) for about $45. Not bad; we'll see if I wear any of it. I got three dresses, two comfy round-the-house things, which I realized I needed because every so often I get cramps (which have nothing at all to do with my healthful diet, see above), and I want to wear something with no waist, darn it; and a long gauzy formal one that manages to look halfway elegant. Four tops, two really nice peasanty-poety type things that are more exciting than the ones I already have, a shimmery blue-purple tank top, and a midriff-baring black thing that looks like something Esmeralda would wear. (I have a bunch of old foreign coins, already made into charms, that I got from my grandmother's jewellery; I need to find a belt to string them on.) And a black vaguely-Oriental jacket-tunic thing, and a very floofy black lace skirt, which make me think I'm going to have to go to the Gaiman reading just to have an excuse to wear them.
Then I went bra-shopping for the First Time Ever! Am I a real woman now? (*g*) I have a few outfits that really are designed for a bra under, so, figured I might as well. I got basically the only style in my size without underwire or padding or other nonsense. Can anybody tell me why they even *sell* A-cup bras with underwire? (Also, the standard bra-size calculator makes no sense; if I do it that way I get a negative cup size.) Then at Goodwill sister found a strapless bra in my size, so I said what the heck, and got that too. And some new underwear at K-mart in a style I've never tried before.
In the new spirit of 21st century post-irony, I'm thinking of getting an account at mystylediary.net to show off my costumery. What d'you think?
And we got about a dozen used books while we were at it, yes. To continue the slice-of-life theme, on my Currently Reading pile I have: Lord of Light, by Roger Zelazny, for about the sixteenth time (and my crush on Yama-Dharma grows stronger each time), because I was thinking about de-Ascension and godhood and buddhism-that-isn't; The Book of Night with Moon, which has cats, subways, dinosaurs, and (in the sequel) E. Wallis Budge, because it was at goodwill and Diane Duane (
outofambit) is still my Favorite Writer Ever, even if all her conlangs sound exactly the same, and Deep Wizardry, which is in the same 'verse, and they had at the library when I went to return books this afternoon; The Book of Werewolves, which I got at the used bookstore a month ago, and which bills itself as "the encyclopedia of shape-shifting beings", but which is really pure crack. (Really. I read the 'fox maiden' entry out loud to sister, and she said 'okay, that must be a Japanese myth, because it sounds like the outline of a Ranma episode.' Only with rather more gratuitous necrophiliac menage a trois, really); and still working on The Complete Idiot's Guide to Cartooning (the werewolf book is giving me the urge to try to illustrate some of the more bizarre myths children's-book style.) And on tabs, Living History and Before You and Line War and metafandom.The plumbing has gone all broke again. Bah. The upstairs bath is leaking into the downstairs bath, which leaves only the shower in the littlebathroom, which has absolutely no ventilation. In this heat it's bloody *annoying*. I suppose I shall just have to make do : our house does now have an air conditioner for the First Time Ever.
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I'll trade you my bra size for yours! According to http://www.afraidtoask.com/breast/brasizeform1.html I'm a 34G and have been wearing bras since I was 8 (I was a 34 B/C at the time.)
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That breast size calculator says I'm a B-cup, which I'm definitely not. But the manual ones Google gave me generally put me at AA or less, which I'm definitely not either. Bras make no sense.
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Yay!
2 questions: When you say a "round" of plantain, is that like a slice, or what? And do you figure a diet of similar makeup would help someone of less-than-svelte shape shrink themselves?
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And, um, I was actually being sarcastic about most of that. To start with my figure's not so much svelte as pre-Raphealite. And I was really just making fun of my tendency to eat not well at *all*. I mean, I suppose I would stand by the basic principle, which is to only eat when I'm so hungry that it's distracting, and to quit as soon as I'm not that hungry any more, but for god's sake don't follow the specifics!
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inspirational underwear!
lmao, that made me laugh aloud. So familiar!
Also-- the spirit of a winner has always been a part of who you are. It would not be an exaggeration to say you can be as inspiring as the very athletes you truly admire! (Don't hold back the confident smile – you're on top of your game.)
Re: inspirational underwear!
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See! It's not my fault that every conversation we have eventually degenerates into talking about tentacles ;-)
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2. I'm on Chapter 28 and definitely about to quit for sleep. Jedi Council much?