I feel I should offer an Escapesgiving. You can come over. I won't talk to you. I'll give you somewhere to sit, cushions, blankets, simple food and drink, Wi Fi and access to my video library (networked and disks). Oh, and the bathroom.
And if you need a hug at any time, come over and request it--free refills all day.
I would do that last Thursday of November every year. In return, I'd just ask you to not judge me.
Speaking of judgable behaviour, who was with me when I bought red fake snakeskin pants? Someone here was. Right now, the spotlight has shifted to bon bon and Theresa (am I getting that name right?). The intent was Faithy. I know that much. And my hair was burgundy.
Anyway, I just hauled them out and tried them on again. Oh, man! Whatever those are made of, they don't keep. I shed fake scales everywhere. On the apartment, on the camera when I went outside for self portrait (level up colour blocking, booyah!), WORSE THAN GLITTER. It is now trash.
I'm not small enough to fit everything in my closet, but I also hauled out my First Full Time Job leather pants from 1991, and they're not comfortable, but I can fasten them and still sit down. I did not intend to lose an ounce of that weight (two dress sizes). I'm not sure precisely what caused the weight loss, in the sense that I don't know when it intends to stop (clearly low gly is the trigger). Yay shopping in my closet, but I'm honestly uncomfortable with the whole thing. I'm hoping it stops here, but how can I tell?
I was comfortable with the weight I was before, dammit.
(I know that sounds anywhere from implausible to insensitive to many people, especially people who want to lose weight, but...it's a big deal to me. It's yet another way my body is out of my control. I don't know how to manage side effect weight changes like this--if it was a medication, that would be one thing, but this?)
eta: Jessica, that is thanksworthy indeed! I'm so glad you're okay!