For the second day in a row, I ended a business call with the man on the other end, who I have never met, flirting with me. Setting aside the inappropriateness, I am actually rather flattered.
It’s one of those giant messages from the universe that lets me know that I am back. I am carrying myself with the confidence and general awesomeness that makes strangers order others off a conference call to continue a conversation about my general awesomeness. It is true, I am awesome.
The confidence I feel in myself and my abilities carries through in everything that I am doing. I cannot directly correlate my change in attitude to my weight loss, but I do know that I actively avoided some social situations because I did not feel like I looked like myself and I did not feel like myself.
I just get such a high from being around other people again. I saw A for a few minutes today, and I told him about how much I am enjoying my social stuff (as I was getting dressed to rush off to another luncheon). He said: “You’re a socialite! Of course you feel that way!” I demurred, but he’s right. When I was not feeling like myself, I hated doing that stuff. Now that I feel better, I get so much energy from it.
Adorably, he helped me pick out my ensemble. Well, specifically, he made me lose the great trench-like jacket because it was too damn big, even tightly belted, and find something else. What I ended with was all very close to the body (all black, except for the fab shoes). It really looked great. The skirt was an inch above my knee (!), but the whole outfit worked. It got the A stamp of approval (except he thought it was “pretty dressy,” like I was going to a luncheon). Um, that was exactly what I was doing. (He probably thought I was going to “lunch” instead of “a luncheon” now that I think about it.)
When I mentioned to the girls today after the luncheon that A helped me pick out my outfit, they rolled their eyes! For real! So annoying! Everyone just assumes we will be reconciling at some point because how could two people who love each other so much and be so perfect and blah blah blah not be together. Okay, and we still see each other regularly, but not like that.
Okay, as I finished calculating and everything last night, I got a mild case of food poisoning — it was awful. I am certain it is from cheese I picked up last night, so all the cheese goes back to the market. So freaking pissed. I cut an ounce of cheese from a new mini block I picked up at the store and ate it. When I unwrapped the whole thing to repackage it in wax paper, I saw that there was a valley down the center and it was moist. Moist.
It was a bad night. I took charcoal, which enabled me to sleep and headed off the worst of it, but I feel nauseated and lethargic this morning.