OK what do I want to say about yesterday.
I went to the fellowship dinner, it was good.
I wore an outfit I was not super comfortable with as it shows my shape.
I had invited lots of people to this thing, but no one showed up.
There was a wide variety of food (which I did not take a picture of)(social weird).
I visited with a couple of ladies that I might be becoming friends with now? 🫨 They really seemed awesome. Intelligent women!
My self evaluation is: mostly good WITH TWEAKS NEEDED FOR FUTURE.
I had one plate of the meal. Heavy on the protein, avoided the fried chicken, took the broccoli. Initially took 1 little mini cake.
To quote Alan Roberts, I just need to quit eating so fucking much.
I was socially uncomfortable, and I think I kept going back for this or that to keep busy while I was visiting with new people.
Someone mentioned there was pecan pie, and I realized that I had missed the whole dessert table. I grabbed a piece of pie and 2 cookies.
And eventually went back for more little cakes.
So that is my note to myself. Have the pie, but next time, have a smaller slice. No cookies. No extra cakes. One and done, bitch.
Also, take the nomorbidity before dinner. Am thinking of actually moving it to earlier in the day.
Other note: stop MF shopping. No fucking more. Gawd. The debt you accrue is in fucking sane.
Posting a pic on here is terrifying to me, as I want to stay anonymous. But it is pushing outside my social comfort zone, which I am working on.
I had one where I edited out my face and a bunch of detrius in the background, but idk what happened. I clicked save, and it disappeared, like it just doesn't show up when I try to add pics. I did feel super hot. Even if people could see my shape and my giant insecurity of my giant belly. I think this shirt had a flattering fit, tho. So! wth, here is a closer pick of the top, too.
Yes, I mixed a print and a plaid. And I think this is my first time wearing those boots. I wore a white leather jacket and a teal crossbody purse.
Only 1 half hour workout yesterday, the fit class at work, low impact cardio. But I was a holy terror with cleaning, especially for such a busy day, which actually needed to be done. My legs are still tender from Saturdays workout, so I am not going to chide myself.
The Thesis blend of the day was: Confidence.
I remarked to my sister that I was confident I was getting shit done!
It was an incredibly good feeling to have energy and motivation to do *anything*