Happy Birthday, Kat!
mmm, dim sum sounds soooo goooood!
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Happy Birthday, Kat!
mmm, dim sum sounds soooo goooood!
I totally forgot!
Happy Birthday, Kat! Dim sum yum.
Happy birthday, Kat! For your birthday, I'm declaring a moratorium on dim sum-related guilt. Today, they have no carbs!
Dim sum is so good. And my friend D, who is totally 70 year old boyfriend, took me and Lori to his favorite place in Arcadia.
Except for this...over the past 6 months I've lost 35+ lbs and I'm down into a size I've never been in my life. I'm one of those sizes that stores in LA run out of when they still have everything in size 8 and larger. So to eat carbs and to know that I will pay for it makes me guilty.
eta x post with amych. I WISH it were true. I wish I could enjoy a bottle of champagne tonight too.
Stupid catholicism.
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Happy Birthday Kat!
Official word from a Catholic: Bread and wine are a weekly sacrament; some dim sum and a bit of champagne for the first time in months and months and months are not only not guilt-worthy, they're practically a moral obligation.
Which is not to belittle the nastiness of the body-image demons or the frustration of feeling the difference after one day's indulgence (or the shittiness of being normal sized and living in the heart of Skinnyland). It's just... dammit, pleasures ought to be pleasurable. You've got months of dietary goodness under your now-rather-smaller belt, and unless you ate enough dim sum to gain back the entire 35+ pounds, the BIDs should declare a birthday truce and lay off you for a single day.
Er, why is catholicism anti-champagne? Or is it just pro-guilt?
just pro-guilt.
It's weird, right?
I have worked really hard to get to this size and yet when I look in the mirror I don't look different. Yet I know I am different looking. I can do a one-armed handstand and I have relearned how to do a backhandspring and every month or so when I slip one more size, I know I'm smaller. But it doesn't connect to what I see in the mirror.
sometimes I think I'm an eating disorder that lacks self-control or willpower.
Considering that champagne was invented by a Catholic monk (thank you, Dom Perignon!), I'm guessing it's the guilt. Although at all the Irish Catholic weddings I remember attending in my family, the sparkly drink of choice was Asti Spumante. I didn't try champagne until after college, when I fell in love with the stuff one NYE.
That is one hell of an accomplishment, Kat! Congratulations and enjoy whatever you can allow yourself to.