Monday, August 28, 2006
I have decided that my reward for reaching my weight goal - and therefore regaining my "hotness" (LOL, such that it was) - will be to go Goth for a while. I am going to go out and get some funky black clothes, resurrect my black shoe collection (the one funky item I used to get away with in the work world) and, naturally, get a funky haircut and dye my hair dark blue. Or midnight purple.
Why would I want to do this? Beats the heck out of me. Maybe because this is the one time in my life when I am not constrained by worries about what my friends will think of me (as I was at a younger age) or by the restrictions of the corporate/professional world. I will do it because I can. And because I have a limited window left in which I will still be young enough to think it is fun and not look *too* ridiculous (but who cares?).
To me this will be a GREAT reward. A way to cut loose. My husband says "Go for it!" even though I think he is secretly wondering what the partners in his law firm will think.
My Goth phase probably won't last long. That is a pretty high-maintenance image. I am sure that when I finally get back to what I consider my "fighting weight" I will be too busy playing with my kids, roller-blading, skiing and generally enjoying an active life, again, to worry about anything more than being the best version of myself possible.