Do me a favor, the next time I start bitching about not making any progress, please remind me of this past weekend. I made both physical and mental progress this weekend. You’ve already read about my fantastic weigh loss, and being able to wear my Bette Midler concert T-shirt. I have one more weekend item to share.
Saturday I had been invited to a bridal shower being given by a friend. First I have to share that I think bridal showers, baby showers, and children’s birthday parties are sheer torture. I have always avoided them at all costs. I always feel very out of place and as if everyone is looking at me and that I am never dressed right.
Side bar: I hate the cute little pieces of cake they pass out. Hello, give me the fucking knife so I can cut a piece I would normally eat! Oops did I say that out loud? They are passing out these little bite size pieces and I am thinking how can I sneak up and get three more servings? Am I the only one that thinks this?
The hostess was begging me to come and I told her flat out that I don’t do social things like that. She reminded me that the old overweight Brenda didn’t go to those things but that the new slimmer, more confident, happier Brenda would have a lovely time. So basically, she wasn’t going to let me out of it.
She was right; I didn’t go to those things because of my size. I didn’t want to deal with being the biggest person there, or having people watch what I was eating. I would especially avoid social gatherings if there would be people there that I hadn’t seen in a while. I think I’ve said before that I am really good at reading other people’s thoughts and just know that those people were actually not listening to what I was saying, instead they were thinking about how much bigger I had gotten since the last time they saw me.
So I wore clothes that fit and looked nice. Spent some extra time on my hair and makeup and went to the shower. It was actually quite nice. I nibbled on a few veggies and pieces of cheese and didn’t have any of the cake. (It wasn’t chocolate so why bother)
So there, I got through my first shower. It wasn’t that bad. Not that I want all of you to start inviting me to all of your functions, but I won’t hem and haw at going the next time I get an invite.