Monday, March 11, 2013
Even though I HATE pictures of me because of the extra weight, I don't want to lose a record of a portion of my life. Now that the weight is coming off, I want to share this picture.
It's me, 20 lbs ago. I can look at this and say, "I never want to be that fat again."
I can also look at it with pride, because I sewed up that Tudor dress (c. 1530). It was the first full Tudor outfit I created. They dressed in layers back then due to a mini ice-age that went across Britian and Europe. A little history lesson there
The red dress is fitted over the white smock and a grey skirt. The grey sleeves are really half sleeves that tie up over your elbow and stop at the wrist so the white smock's sleeves show over your hands. The red dress's sleeves actually fall well below the hands, but are drawn back to show a contrasting undersleeve. It's a WARM outfit!
I didn't make the headpiece on this one.
Of course, the photographer snapped the picture when my eyes were closed!
I have another dress I just finished, and will post another blog on that. Perhaps every 20 lbs I should make a new dress?
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Hubby and I were out shopping yesterday and went to my favorite store, Pennington's!
I love this store because I can get FASHION in a plus size. Most retail stores think that just because you're a plus size lady, you should be in shapeless, gaudy prints that seem to emphasize everything large.
I found a red bra. Oooo it was on SALE too! And it fit, and it looked good and I felt so sexy in it! The hubby totally endorsed purchasing this red bra with the little black sequins along the upper curve. Of course he would!
It's important, when we're ladies and we need to lose weight, that we treat ourselves to something pretty and sexy that makes a man's eyes light up. He doesn't see the rolls of fat, he sees his wife, feeling and looking sexy in a red bra.
And it makes you feel good! Good about whatever weight you've lost, and a BIG booster to your willpower to keep on losing that weight!
Everyone should own a red bra. yeah, even the guys
Monday, February 25, 2013
I read somewhere that, with the new foods available (and not always healthy!) today, if you ate what you found in your grandmother's kitchen, you'd be healthier. I think it should be your great-grandmother's kitchen, since many young people here today, that would put them into the 1970's (NOT a good time to advocate eating junk foods!)
My grandmothers fed their children from their kitchens in the 1930's and 1940's. Before Coke and McDonald's and a lot of pre-packaged foods. There were canned foods for sure, with a shelf life a lot less than the preservative-laden stuff we have today.
My grandmother had a garden and canned produce. I remember the rows of colorful jars lining the wooden shelves in the cool, darkened basement. Rows of green peas (I remember shelling those peas!) and orange carrots, green pickles and yellow mustard pickles, yellow corn, vermillion tomatoes (both sauce and chunked), white pickled fish, tan chicken bits, creamy stews in jars. We knew what went into those jars of food.
She had tins in the kitchen, filled with sugar, flour, baking soda, tea, coffee. Crystalline jars of maple syrup (she lived in Quebec, a hotbed of maple syrup makers). She had a wooden potato bin and woven strands of small onions and garlic hanging in the corner. She used spices and vinegar and oil and butter and real cheese in her cooking.
Her plates were 8 inches across, not 12 inches like today. Measure your plate and see how much room on it you have to fill to make it look "full".
I am emulating my grandmother's kitchen, filling it with wholesome foods, and eating smaller portions. I think that's the trick, prepare it yourself and eat sparingly.
Monday, February 18, 2013
My Sweet Saboteur is my husband, Mark. I love this man with all my heart, and when he looks into my eyes with his beautiful hazel ones, my heart melts. He loves me too, maybe a little too much! He is my Sweet Saboteur, and although I love the stuffiní out of him, sometimes I just want to smack him upside the head with a foam brick and say ENOUGH!
Mixed emotions, eh?
He knows I love chocolate. Perhaps I should phase that a bit differently; Iím Koo-koo for Kocopuffs? Have a sweet tooth that leans towards the chocolately variety? How about addicted to the damn stuff? He will bring home a chocolate bar for me because Iíve had a bad day. He will suggest the Death by Chocolate dessert because he wants to treat me. He waves a frozen fudge bar under my nose as dessert on a hot day.
I can SMELL chocolate if he brings it into the house. I sniff it out, like that hound dog on the old Bugs Bunny show until I find it and bay AROOOOOOOOO! Ok, maybe I donít actually bay, but I do find it and devour it!
Even while Iím eating each delicious little creamy, sweet morsel Iím asking myself WHY AM I DOING THIS? Put that thing DOWN. You just started to lose some serious weight ARE YOU CRAZY?
Yes, Iím crazy. Iím addicted and my hubby is my personal little pusher.
I read dark chocolate was good for you. So I bought dark chocolate bar, broke up the pieces and told him to just give me ONE in the evening if I asked for it. Heíll give me two or three if I ask. So I took the bag and tossed it into the trash. Goodbye chocolate! Itís like an alcoholic, one piece is too many and a bag isnít enough.
It was easier to stop smoking.
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