So I have a new job (part of the reason why I’ve been a little silent lately), new boyfriend (who lives three hours away, and my car takes premium gas. Hello!?), and new waistline (dropped from a size 28 to a 22 the gradual way — this is a project of mine that’s taken me months to achieve!). So now I wonder what I ought to wear to work.

You see, I work in a call center. My co-workers wear jeans. I own maybe 2 pairs of jeans (with one of them being wayyy too big for me to wear now! Part of me wants to autograph them and sell ‘em, but that’s my ego talkin )

I wear lots of blouse + slacks combos, because the slacks are flattering and they do give me a professional edge. However, I don’t want to stick out THAT much, but I don’t want to wear jeans.

I’m thinking maybe a softer look, like khakis or chinos or those cute pants from yester-fashion-year — you remember the black, brown and grey short pants…lordy I can’t remember what they’re called and they were a MAJOR fashion must-have last year…my pair are black, with a tab waist…they go a few inches below the knee, and are pants with a silky polyester material. What they’re called is on the tip of my tongeu, but I can’t think of it.

When I wash them, I’ll take a pic and see if anyone knows what I’m talking about.

And yes, I’m back. I will try, try, try to post at least 2x a week. Oh, and if you’re contacting me for any reason, do realize there is a severe email backlog — so if you’ve emailed me in the last couple of months and haven’t heard from me, send me another email.

Happy Easter / Resurrection Sunday to those observing the holiday, and to those still surviving Pesach (Passover), happy no-leavening remembrance to you too! OK, I’m suffering silently, but it’s not helping that Martha’s in the kitchen making hot crossed buns so good I want to reach into the tv and take them all!

Some of you may know that I’ve been bouncing back and forth between choosing a way of eating. Why didn’t I mention the dreaded “D” word? Because we know all about that. I want to talk about a way of eating — it may be high fiber / high protein, low carb, low fat, low calorie. Whatever your “diet” (which really should just describe what you shove into your yap. I shove lots of kosher, organic, and often high carb things into my trap. However, now I’m a little smarter about what I shove into my yap.) consists of, it’s a personal choice that only turns public when we socialize …but since food is also culture, it bears discussion here as well.

I have often wondered why I am so obsessive about personally curbing food in various ways. I’ve gone nuts over carbs, slashing and burning like an angry flame zipping through a forest. I’ve declared a war on sugar, cutting away sugary sodas. OK, so I’m proud of giving up my soda. Unfortunately, I haven’t really seen the results of that.

I drink 100% juice, even though it has lots of carbs, and I try to eat as much organic food as possible. That part doesn’t quite bother me.

But I can’t keep counting. I can’t keep counting calories, carbs, fat… I can limit my portions.
I can’t keep stressing that I only manage to get 25 minutes of cardio at the gym, while other women there can do an hour or more. I can only worry about myself.

I cannot believe how sick I’ve made myself…maybe not physically, but mentally. I feel terrible to admit this, but I also feel terrible if I didn’t mention it. I’d be doing all of you a great disservice. I’m not perfect, and never will be.

I’ve been silent here on DG for a while because of this. It’s odd, and embarassing to say on a public blog where THOUSANDS of you are viewing this every month, but there it is. I never realized how depressed this has made me until today. So in a way, I do apologize — I haven’t done my job. Writing this blog post just might help someone else.

We’re all smart, dynamic, amazing women. I was going to keep this private, but I wanted to share it with all of you. Thank you for listening.

Y’all have probably heard this video again.

Favorite quote from the video: “Throw out the clothes that you can’t wear anymore. They’re just taking up space, and PISSING YOU OFF!”

Thoughts, ladies and gents?

Even though I’m moving towards low-carb eating after Passover/Unleavened Bread/First Fruits, I still hear loud and clear what she’s saying! Rockin’.

Oh yeah, and the woman is BEAUTIFUL. Oh man.

My words stem from personal experience. This post is short (edit: OK, it wanted to be short…), but I want to underscore a few things:

You are worthy. It’s not a conditional thing, something you lose. You’re worthy 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year.

You’re worthy even if he leaves.
You’re worthy even if you gain a pound.
You’re worthy even if you can’t seem to remember the milk.
You’re worthy even if the kids have an off day.
You’re worthy even if you and your mother-in-law never see eye to eye.

You’re worthy even if you forget to send a Valentine’s Day card.
You’re worthy even if the alarm clock fails to launch.
You’re worthy even if the neighbors outdo you.
You’re worthy even if you burn water.
You’re worthy even if the house is a mess.

You’re worthy even if that lone white sock will never find its partner.
You’re worthy even if no one laughs at your jokes.
You’re worthy even if the “cool kids” think you’re a dork.
You’re worthy even if those skinny jeans don’t fit anymore.

You’re worthy even if every guy in the room can’t get enough of the Dallas cheerleaders.
You’re worthy even if it rains and you just washed the car.
You’re worthy even if you’re too short to change the overhead light (even with the ladder!!)
You’re worthy even if the car won’t start because you left your cell phone charger in the cigarette power plug thingy (all of you know what I’m talking about; I’m just the first one to admit it)

You’re worthy even if your teacher can’t stand your latest essay.
You’re worthy even if you’re wearing white boots after Labor Day.
You’re worthy, worthy, worthy, because you’re here!

I don’t think we can have enough discussion of worth, and attempts to share good self-esteem is important.
Going through my recent/current breakup, I have to always remember that I’m /worthy/ regardless of my relationship status.

Why am I writing about something so personal on a plus size fashion website? Simple. For women, it’s never about one specific thing. It’s always related — we buy clothes that make us feel good, we shop to take our minds off what’s going on elsewhere.

I’ve bought pretty things, went on vacation — even went out for something to eat — and I still have to deal with being a party of one instead of pair of deuces. It’s an experience that hurts, but it’s also an amazing magnifying glass for yourself — you get to see everything you’ve been putting off, and realizing that you should never have to put off a thing.

Now I’m off to finish my articles, lest my darling editor (I LOVE Aja!) get thrown off course.

(of course, even if I don’t make it, I’m still worthy…though woefully unprofessional.) *runs*

Whoa! I didn’t know that America Ferrera, the star of Ugly Betty, was apart of Real Women Have Curves. I’m watching Live With Regis & Kelly, and my eye can’t stop following Ms. Ferrera! For one, she actually looks stunning — with this kinda imperfect hourglass figure that I absolutely adore.

I’ve only seen one ep of “Ugly Betty”, and I absolutely loved it. It amuses me that the whole premise of the show is that this woman is hired so that the boss won’t sleep with her. I’d definitely have my eye of “Ugly Betty”, and her real-life alter ego

The wit, grace, charm, and beauty that radiates from Ms. Ferrera’s character makes me warm and toasty, while being angry and bitchy at the same time. The women who are supposedly “hot” on the show are (to me, at least) the ugliest people I’ve ever seen!

Now I’m going to wander off and grab all the previous ep’s. *grin* Are y’all watching this show? Tell me your thoughts — we are the viewers!

Wouldn’t it be cool if life looked as spicy, exotic and breathlessly carefree as this outfit? That’s what I was thinking too.

I’m in love with red, to the point where close family & friends can practically bet their child’s college fund on the probability of me wearing red at least twice a week, if not more so. They’d make a killing, I swear. Cheap jokes aside, I like red because it can mean just about anything, but my favorite color wakes up all the right emotions: feelings of power, of attraction, of femininity. This is a color not to be messed up.

I like that the shirt has the ruching where it counts — a shirt that sexy can’t dare go out in public without drawing attention!

Red and black share scary-perfect harmony here as well, but I’m biased: I’m a huge fan of black pants. My worst nightmare is my closet launching a massive coup and ruling the world, one pair of wide-legged palazzo pants at a time.

The outfit, the outfit, the mighty mighty outfit. Roar.

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