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Wedding Updo For Long Haired Brides

1. Take a 1 inch thick piece of hair in your hands and twist it. 2. Hold one tiny strand at the top and push the remaining hair up into a ringlet on your head.  3. Wrap the remaining strand around the ringlet and use a bobby pin to pin the ringlet to your head 3. To recreate the top image, grab a friend who can help you create and pin ringlets all the way around.

I don’t know what to do. Next week, I have to wear professional, office, business clothes, and none of my skirts and/or pants and/or suits fit, due to severe lapse with my mother who consistently sabotages my every attempt to lose weight. 5 days with her, and I’ve gained 10 lbs, if that’s humanely possible.

Today, I had to face buying some clothes for the office, since I can’t go in naked. I was standing in the store, staring at the sizes and realized that going up a size would banish me back to the land of “plus-sized” clothing and Lane Bryant and a whole SEPARATE section of the store. Now, I’m not judging anyone who has shopped at these places, I shopped at them for many, many years, but when I donated all of my Lane Bryant clothes and stretchy pants and “W” sized clothes last year, I was determined that I would never buy another piece of that clothing again.

I lost my shit. I couldn’t do it. My hands started shaking, I started hyperventilating, and I just sobbed and sobbed and sobbed in my car, so afraid of sequestering myself back to that section, to that downhill slide back into morbid obesity and shoulder-padded shrugs and pleated pants.

I ran.

I ran from that store determined to either lose the weight in time to fit in my clothes or go naked, because there was no way in hell that I was going to hand money over to allow those demon clothes back into my closet.

Now, every time I look at a piece of food I feel myself getting nauseous. I feel myself getting anxious and terrified and I can just see myself inflating in front of my eyes. I’ve been so good this week with my points and working out, and I know that I’m on the right track again to getting back to where I need to be…but…I guess I had tricked myself into believe that 5 days of good work was going to put me back into my clothes, that somehow when I walked into GAP, the same size was going to fit me, and I just can’t have a “2” as the first in a double digit number on my pants anymore.

I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t.

I know this is stream of conscious, nonsensical bullshit, but I have a cup of spinach staring at me across the counter, taunting me because it knows that I should eat it, that I need to eat my veggie goal today and that 9 points is just an unacceptable total when I’m supposed to be eating 39 but

I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t.

I never thought spinach would make me cry.

How interesting..

(Source: luciditysbest)

Lots and lots to tell you and update you on, but I have no time because I’m GOING TO THE GYM. I’m GOING. Now…NoW..NOW!

(Source: cougarmeat)

I found this article very compelling, because, anyone will tell you that weight loss is about 90% diet and 10% exercise, which is explained very well by this guy. Of course, being in shape not makes you look great and helps your body burn calories more efficiently, but, in reality, we often feel defeated because we’ve been told incorrect information. Read, read, read, and adjust!