reflections: things i did last week that i couldn't do 11 months and 9 days ago.
just a few things from my Greek vacation;
1. ride a small donkey on a beautiful Greek island of Hydra (at 225lbs, i'd be afraid to cru****)
2. fit on and ride on the back of a tiny scooter my ex-boyfriend rented on another Greek isle
3. pass rather brutal "face control" in Athens coolest/most snobbish night clubs on Saturday night, where they are very politically incorrect and blatant about only letting the "beautiful" people in (as our Fodor's travel guide warned us) and turning away most prospective club goers. being able to get in without standing in line after taking my jacket off so that the doorman got a view of me in my tiny tanktop and my designer hip hugger jeans. same happened the night before when i wore my super-short mini-dress. being able to get the bartender's attention and get a (free) drink straight away, darling. i know it is all snobbish and superficial and i'm a horrible shallow person for enjoying every minute of it but, hell, i haven't been able to do stuff like that in many many years and missed out on years of fun in my late 20s early 30s hiding behind all that excess fat embarassed to mix with the attractive crowd.
i guess i still have a bit of body dysforia where i still see a chubby person in the mirror when the rest of the world sees a normal or even thin girl skipping around in her size 2 mini-skirt so i'm still looking for validation from others at least until i really start thinking of myself as "skinny".
well, only 10lbs to goal, from then on it's "maintanance city"