Well, not to sound like Tevye in Fiddler on the Roof ("I have FIVE DAUGHTERS!") but we have two teenagers--so mostly I've been hunkered down in our foxhole, waiting for properly uniformed officials to sound the All Clear.
While there, I noticed that I had gotten kind of fat. While I wasn't paying attention, my weight had crept up to 192 pounds of pure buxom--again. I'm sure you'll agree that once you've come--at 5'6" and change--to within striking distance of the big 2-0-0, it's time to do something. So I'm back on Weight Watchers. And I noticed that while sitting on my sofa streaming episodes of The Biggest Loser is inspiring, it doesn't burn many calories. So I've started going to the gym. Also? What I'm eating is so unbelievably healthy, it would bring a tear to the eye of the editor of Prevention magazine. It's salmon and whole grains and protein smoothies and hardly a refined carbohydrate around here.
I'm down 11 pounds.
I haven't been buying a lot of clothes, but I did pop for a new evening gown.
Tadashi Shoji cap-sleeve twisted gown
Nylon/Spandex
Neiman Marcus, on sale for $235
And I've gone a little crazy for Chanel cosmetics, particularly nailpolishes. Here I am modelling Quartz
which looks a lot better when Temptalia is photographing/wearing it.
All I know is that it will look AWESOME with my new flap, a Mother's Day present from Mr. Buxom.
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