What does 100 lbs look like?

Things that weigh about 100 lbs.


both my kids or
3 1/2 world series trophies




(www.tx-sharkfishing.com)
this is someone called Brian and his 100lb. fish





(http://www.3rdwave.com/hcg/100_lbs_of_fat.jpg)
100 lbs. of meat fat







about 12 gallons of water




(mypetfat.com)
100 lbs. of human fat



around 400 bananas



Nick Jonas


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From the mouths of babes

“The face of a child can say it all, especially the mouth part of the face.” -Jack Handey

Yesterday in the car with the kids, we were talking about an event we were supposed to attend at my son’s school tonight (a stomach bug has changed those plans). My mom usually comes over after work on Thursdays and we most often order a pizza for the kids. (Gluten-free, dairy-free pizza is disgusting and I can get the same effect for free by licking the sauce off the pizza box.) So I was explaining that we probably wouldn’t have pizza night this week and my son started to complain. I said, “You don’t have to have pizza every week. It’s really not all that healthy.” So my 3 yr old chimes in, “Yeah! It’s not healthy to have pizza every day. You don’t want to be a big fat person like Mommy used to be.” I nearly crashed the car!

THANK YOU!!!

Wow! The feedback from my 100-pound post has been tremendous. Everyone who has seen my blog is smiling at me and hugging me and gushing all over the place. Hell, even the food schmutz left in the kitchen sink winked at me today.
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Many of my students have shown interest, especially my freshman and other kids who didn’t know me last year. They cannot believe I used to look like my "before" picture. We have gotten some really great laughs at that picture (that’s not as terrible as it sounds). I love watching people’s eyes widen when I click on the picture and make it huge on the screen. Holy chins! Hysterical! Then there is the Facebook crew (hi everyone!). I make note in my FB status when I have updated my blog and some of you haven’t seen me in a million years so I can only imagine what that “before” picture looks like to you.

The wildest have been the reactions from the people who see me everyday. Some just cannot believe that I looked like that one year ago, which is crazy because I was that big for over 2 years. My husband was floored. I asked him how the picture could possibly be such a big surprise since we do LIVE together? He also doesn’t notice the tumbleweed sized dust bunnies rolling through the house nor the 8 month old leftovers in the fridge, so I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Just chalk it up to that faulty Y chromosome.

For all you husbands out there, I will at least acknowledge that wives + weight loss = complete set up. You really are screwed no matter what you say. I think I have mentioned enough here how great Tommy’s been. I can’t say too many nice things, I do have to live with him and his ego. A favorite saying of his is already, “Who’s better than me?” ... Nobody, honey, nobody. [eye roll]

So thanks again for all the positive feedback! (Sorry if Rocky is still stuck in your head.) It is so cool to have accomplished something that makes so many people smile and maybe even feel inspired. It’s warming that even people I barely know are genuinely happy for me. A lot of things are really crappy for people right now. It’s ironic that I’m the one bringing the sunshine this week, but I’ll take it! I have also learned that given the right news, almost everyone will offer up a high-five – even people you wouldn’t peg as “high-fivers”. Despite the March Madness, no one has given up a sideline fanny pat yet. A little disappointing actually.

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drum roll please...

One hundred pounds! One year and one hundred pounds. Can you believe it? One pound at a time, the hard way! Calories in, calories out. 350,000 calories (give or take). I am not done losing but this is a huge milestone. It has taken me a couple of days to post this because I kept thinking I would get back on that scale and have gained 3 pounds or something. Today I am feeling comfortable that I have truly lost 100 pounds and am looking forward to 110 and beyond.

Hitting the 100 lb. mark has been strange. It is so exciting and totally worth celebrating but how? You can’t sit down to a cheesecake. I’m too old for keg stands. Jewelry maybe? The other side of it is that losing 100 lbs. means you had 100lbs to lose. You know what I mean? Obesity is tough to talk about. I mean, think about whatever the word conjures up for you. OBESE. Oooohhhh-Beeese. It’s not a nice word, like “poofy” or “fluffy”. It’s an ugly word for an ugly thing. When you talk about being fat, it makes people feel really uncomfortable, which is funny because you want to say, “You think you’re uncomfortable? Have you seen the size of my ass?”

I don’t want to intentionally make people uncomfortable, but I do need to keep talking about being fat. Here’s why. When Oprah started the new year out talking out her weight gain, she said she couldn’t believe that 10 years later, she was still talking about weight. I feel like the second you stop talking about it, is when you start to gain it back. Many of you know that this is not my first time losing a lot of weight. After the birth of my first child, I had become “the house that Jack built”. I lost around 70 pounds in 2003-04 and by the time I was pregnant with my daughter in 2005, I had gained back 40 pounds. After she was born, I had put the rest back on and then some.

I feel more confident this time for a few reasons. First, I have completely changed the way I eat. My food allergies have required me to really be conscious of this. I am not on a diet and I do not go hungry. Second, is the exercise. I think people have a bad habit of seeing exercise time as somehow self-indulgent. We need to see time spent at the gym more like time spent brushing our teeth or getting a good night’s sleep and less like getting a mani/pedi with the girls. This part has been especially hard as a teacher and a mom. I had to stop seeing the time I spend at the gym as time taken away from my kids or my students. I had to stop apologizing for that time and stop feeling like I was being selfish. My health is the greatest gift I could give my husband and my kids. I will not apologize for that. The best part, like I have talked about before, is that my husband has always made me feel the importance of that time. His support is the only reason why this works.

Another reason for feeling more confident this time? As far as I can tell, putting on weight is not as popular a topic to blog about!

Here’s to every ounce of those lost 100 lbs!

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Mobile Blog

Testing...testing...

If you are reading this, that means I have figured out how to blog from my mobile phone. I am so cool, I cannot stand it. Now I can blog from all sorts of rediculous places like the mall, the bathroom and morning traffic. No, not in traffic, don't worry.

I was finally able to walk outdoors today! Hooray for warmer weather! I parked at my son's school, walked a 2.5 mile loop, and was back in time to pick him up at dismissal. It was so great to be outside and do some street training (I almost said "street walking"...I am going to have to be careful not to mess that up - yikes!). The sidewalks are far less forgiving than the treadmill and it turns out that the only thing worse than going UP hill with shin splints is going DOWN hill. Oww-wee!

The warm weather is such a motivating factor. The daffodils are popping up on the side of my house and there are babbling brooks running off the snow banks in the strip mall parking lots. I love Spring. Now before I go frolicking off with the birds and bunnies like some animated beauty, it is supposed to rain tomorrow and be back down to 40 degrees after that. But spring is coming!

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Peas & Corn

Happy St. Paddy’s Day, folks!

Sometimes at the gym, I run into one of my son’s friend’s mother, Cristin. She is super nice and a lot of fun to chat with on the treadmill. She is great to work out with because she understands that the lulls in conversation are not awkward silences, but rather, “this is kickin’ my butt – can’t talk – trying to breathe” breaks from the banter. She is also great to work out with because she is motivated and therefore motivating. She has set a goal to be ready to run a 5K. We have done some time on the elliptical together and now, as I have been spending more time on the treadmill walking, she has begun some treadmill walk/runs. The other day, I followed her lead for a little while. I was sort of impressed with myself that the running was not as hard as I thought it was going to be.

Now, those of you who have read my fundraising letter know that prior to this year, there was a long-standing joke about me and running. Once in college, I was heading out for the night with my super-fit friend, Diana. We were walking across campus to catch the university’s bus to go to some party or something and I could see that the bus was coming. Well, I took off running to catch it, yelling, “BUUUUSSSSS”. We laughed so hard once I stumbled onto the bus, gasping for air for the first 6 blocks of the ride because it was the idea of being late to getting’ my groove on, that had got me sprinting for a bus. The look on Diana’s face was priceless. I don’t think I had really run like that since high school (if that). I had a card on my fridge that said, “I tried jogging once but my cigarette kept going out.” [Was that from you, Tob?] In my opinion, running was not something you did on purpose unless a really big dog or the police were after you. We still joke about that run for the bus to this day. Even now, I don’t know that I have run more than a mile combined in the 14 years since then…until now, that is.

Today, I was having a particularly good day at the gym. I was in the zone. So I decided to try some walk/runs. I figured I would walk a mile, then run a quarter mile. Well, I was feeling good so I ran for a half mile instead. Then I walked a mile and ran for another half mile! I ran a whole mile, on purpose, without being chased! There I was, smiling away at myself on the treadmill. What a dork! If you are the slightest bit in shape, or you have ever stated, “I'm going for a run,” then I am sure you are feeling a little sorry for me and my pathetic self right now. Don’t! This is a milestone for me that I will gladly look back on. Maybe a year from now, I will run that St. Patrick’s Day 5K with McKate (that’s the Brangelina-like combo of two of my most favoritest friends, JL McKee and Kate B). When he brought up the challenge this year, I laughed like this: BAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

That is the same laugh that my son did today when we sat down to work on his homework and I slapped 2 packages of frozen vegetables on my legs. Did I mention that running gives me debilitating shin splints?

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Scary Business

Sorry for the wait. The last couple of weeks have been crazy busy and if you have been reading Sherri’s blog, you know that part of the “crazy” and some serious time pushing aside the “busy” was dedicated to waiting, worrying, praying, and hoping. [Let’s see if I can get this time line right.] On Friday, 2/27, Sherri called me after work from her car. This is not unusual at all, in fact most of our phone conversations happen either late, after the kids are in bed, or from the car en route to gymnastics, baseball, CCD, etc. But this time, she called me, not on the way to PTA (she is the president – and she calls me an overachiever?), but on the way to DFCI…Dana-Farber Cancer Institute. “Okay. Why?” Sherri always tells me about her regularly scheduled follow up’s – this was not a follow up. She explained that she thought she had found something under her arm and that she spoke with the doctor that day and that the doctor wanted her to come right in. Whenever there is the slightest feeling of urgency with doctors, I get very nervous because it often seems like the whole medical profession is about making people wait.

I think the ride in to Longwood was the hardest for her. You have to imagine the memories and fear that are associated with that drive. I think she just needed someone to be with her and keep talking. Wonder why she called me? (Ha!) I am not sure what I said or that it was at all helpful, but I kept talking! The first time Sherri told me that she “found a lump” I immediately listed a thousand reasons why it was going to be nothing and that she would be just fine. So when she called and said, “I have cancer,” I was at a complete loss for words (believe it or not) and then spent months thinking about what I would say if I could go back in time. This time I knew I would not make empty promises. I would not swear that “it’s gonna be nothing”. I did remind her that she had a double mastectomy for a reason and that she has so little breast tissue left (I think I have read that recurrence after mastectomy is 1%). But this time, I also reminded her that if it was something, she could do it and do it with grace, just like last time. Her support system was proven tough, as was she, but not to worry too much yet.

I encourage you to check out the rest of the story on Sherri’s blog. On Wednesday, 3/4, she went wig shopping with her friend Patty who is just beginning treatment, and then Sherri had an MRI. She did not get the results until Friday, 3/6, but it was good news. NO CANCER! I was working in my office with one of my students, Courtney, when Sherri popped into the doorway with two thumbs up. I had managed to hold it together until that very second. The tears came and I had no choice in the matter. Luckily, Courtney is a very mature high school junior who did not get weirded out by 2 crying and embracing teachers. Courtney knows that Ms. Ziomek is a survivor and that the 2 of us are doing the walk together. She also has a family history of breast cancer and therefore had a pretty good idea what had happened prior to this exchange. I explained it to her anyway after Sherri headed off. Courtney understood the importance of that good news, and also understood the tears. (You are a remarkable young lady, my dear! Thank you.)

I am really relieved for Sherri and her family and cannot imagine what that all feels like. How do you push that persistent fear of recurrence out of your mind and live your life? I had my first mammogram this February and was petrified. Your mind goes to the “what if” place and you start to think pretty terrible thoughts. You have to try hard not to let yourself go to that dark place. I was really scared for Sherri. She has an amazing family and they are so supportive, but she also has 3 small children who need her very much. I need her. I’ll be honest…Selfishly, I started to think about who I would get to talk the 3-day with me if she were sick. She would have never let me drop out. I was imagining all the people who would step in for her (because we do have amazing friends, family, and colleagues), but I wanted to walk with her! I pictured myself tying to train without her and it made me so said. “Don’t worry yet,” I kept telling myself. “Stop thinking like that!” After talking with Sherri, I found out that she never thought about not being able to walk. She was wondering about walking bald. That’s Sherri for you!

I wish I had a camera on the day I showed up to surprise Sherri at her last chemotherapy. I ran into her amazing husband, Andy, first (also a colleague of mine) and followed him to the infusion floor. There she was, looking completely relaxed as she waited for bags of poison to empty into her system. Reclined, eyes closed, head scarved, and iPod jamming - she looked like she was at the spa, for crying out loud, waiting on her pedicure. The best was her little black t-shirt that read: walking my internal red carpet. This is Sherri. She is in control, ready for the challenge, and happy to just be.

This is why it is no surprise that while reading my latest copy of Shape magazine, I flipped the page to find the princess herself emblazoned on the pages of the magazine, arms raised in victory.

Okay, seriously? I have never read Shape magazine a day in my life but the poster child has indeed struck again. Only Sherri can turn having breast cancer into a fun, spirited, nationwide media event. Walking her internal red carpet, indeed.

I am glad you are healthy, Sher!

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Family Walks

Training continues to go well. I manage 3-5 miles per day during the week and today I did 8! Woohoo! The best has been the recent "warm up". I don't know that it is really warm yet, but at least the snow if gone and the kids have been able to get outside.

There is a really great park nearby with paved paths (Cushing Memorial Park). Twice in the last week and a half I have taken the kids there for a family walk. There are two routes you can take. The first time we did a 1 mile walk and the 2nd time was almost 1.4 miles. You can map a route on a few different websites to find out distance. I use the U.S. Track and Field site.

We had a great time walking together and are hoping to include Daddy on the weekends. My son has told a few people that we are "getting healthy as a family." Awesome!!!

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BRB

Hey folks...

Special Education progress reports are due at work this week. Have I mentioned that I am a special educator? Anyways, it is also registration week and there are always a lot of little fire to put out on any given day so I need a little time before I post again. In the meantime, please read my teammate Sherri's blog. The last 2 posts are doozies and I will cover the same material from my POV in my next post.

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SUPPORT, Part Two

Okay, by now you know that it is going to be impossible for me to talk about support for my weight loss and training without mentioning sports bras. Aw, come on! You saw that was coming. I do truly feel that someone should have an entire blog dedicated to undergarments. Oh wait. Maybe that’s my blog. Anywhooo…as I mentioned in my 3/1 blog, “there is nothing like extreme weight loss coupled with aging and having carried 2 ten-pound babies to get you thinking about underwear.” As I have increased the intensity of my workouts, my sports bra concerns have become more pressing. It is bad enough that when you lose a lot of weight, you have to try to figure out what new everyday bras to wear – but to add in the confusion of sports bras? Forget it!

Sports bras are the most interesting, mind-boggling piece of clothing. They range from the completely unsupportive, cotton-spandex, comfy tank top/cami jobbers, to rib-crushing, androgynizing steel wraps that again, inhibit breathing and may in fact cause permanent organ damage. I have a couple of prerequisites. One – lift and separate; no uniboob. Two – underwire and front or back clasp closure; nothing that requires trying to pull it on over my head. Three – Support! I am talking high impact, jump roping, trampolining, equestrian competing support.

Right now, I have two sports bras that are considered “medium support”. This means that they are very comfortable and not at all supportive. I have two others that are considered “high impact”. These are the right support but not at all the right fit and I spend a lot of time tugging at them during my workouts. No one wants to see this, and during one adjusting bout, I lost my balance and nearly fell off the elliptical. Embarrassing. I need to find one that does its job and that once I am in it, I don’t have to think too much about it. I realize that getting into it may take some time and effort. But like Spanx, the return should be worth the investment. I cannot stand Elisabeth Hasselbeck but she once said that her boobs were “like, origamically folded” into her bra. This is hysterical, and so easy to relate to. Check out the way she describes it. Too funny.

Now that I have dedicated two blog entries to the issue of support, I am sending out the call for help. I know that there have been over 100 hits on this page this week. Like any good blogger, at least 95 of those are me checking to see how many hits I have. I have to assume that 3 or 4 are my mom (hi mom!) so I am wondering who the other 5 of you are. Jeanmarie, a family friend of my teammate, Sherri, sent me the greatest email. Thank you, Jeanmarie. Your feedback was awesome! I want to encourage everyone to click on a “reaction”, leave a comment, let me know you were here! So here is the first challenge…find me some underwear! Leave a comment with suggestions…bras and panties. Don’t be shy! And if you are shy, you can leave your comment anonymously! I am walking 60 miles and sleeping in a tent for 2 nights to save the boobies so it is okay to talk about them!

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SUPPORT, Part One

I love getting the mail these days. You have all been amazing! The checks are coming in steadily and I am now over the 50% mark and I have been fundraising for less than a month. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am so grateful for amazing friends. The support means the world!

The thermometer on this page is more accurate than on the 3-day site because I can include the mailed donations before they get officially posted. If you have not yet donated, please consider giving even a small amount. If you donate online, you can spread the donation out over more than one month. I know everyone is having to tighten the belt a bit more these days, but trust me, it will feel good. I cannot do this without you!

Don’t start skimming! Did you think I was just going to be funny all the time and amuse you with stories about underwear without ever hitting you up for some cash? Focus, people. That is the whole point here. Are you still reading? Good. I listen to NPR almost every day and as soon as they start laying on the fund drive guilt, I am right back to Matty in the Morning! Thanks for hanging in with me…now back to the news.

Support. It’s about time I mentioned my biggest supporter. My husband, Tommy, has also made a huge commitment to the 3-day. More than the training, the weight loss, or the shoes, he has made it possible for me to do this. Last March two crazy cool physical education teachers started a “Biggest Loser” competition at work (Courtney & Lauren – holla!). I had just started trying to get healthy and I asked my hubby to support me in joining the competition. Despite being incredibly sarcastic and an expert at picking on me, he has not complained once about the burdens that fall on him while I commit long hours to exercise, shopping for healthy food, and blogging.

For those of you who do not know him, Tommy is the most dedicated, hard working, salt of the earth type guy. His work ethic is just unbelievable. He has always been like that, since before I knew him. When we first met in the early 90’s, Tommy was on the grounds crew at St. John’s Seminary in Brighton. I was a student across the street at BC. All of Tommy’s closest buddies went to BC and he was there so often that it took a lot of convincing to get me to believe he wasn’t actually a student there. One thing that he and I had in common from the start was our love of partying…first to show, last to leave, if know what I mean. But on the day after, while the rest of us were still buried deep in the covers well past noon, Tommy was at work at the crack of dawn – and not behind a desk, but out in the hot sun, knee deep in mulch, running from the bees whose nest he had hit with a hedge clipper (remind me to tell you that story some day).

So when our second child was on the way and we were not sure how we were going to afford 2 in full-time child care, Tommy decided to work nights so he could be home during the day. I went part time at Newton North (.8 actually) and almost 4 years later, we are still somehow making it work. I leave for work by 7 am as Tommy is getting the kids up and ready. He gets the big one off to 1st grade and then it’s preschool, play gym, or dance class for the little one. Some days, he can get in a nap before lunch but not all the time. I work until 12:30, head to the gym and then pick up the 1st grader and get home in time to kiss Tommy goodbye on his was out the door to work at around 2:30. He works until midnight on a good night – sometimes it is as late as 3 am – comes home, sleeps briefly, then does it again. We often joke that the kids have 2 single parents who are still married.

I complain about it all the time but Tommy keeps plugging along, knowing that he is doing what is best for our family. So on weekends when I am at the gym for hours, or when I am calling him to pick up our son for me b/c I got to the gym late, he really has NEVER complained. He knows this is important to me and therefore it has become important to him too. He always takes the time to tell me how great I look, albeit in his special, smartass, less-than-romantic way. For example, today I got a smack on the butt and a catcall. On a couple of occasions he has remarked that my “ass is like half the size it used to be.” Sometimes when he hugs me, he says, “Come on, let me powerbomb you just once cuz I could totally pick you up now.” Isn’t that so sweet? He’s all mine, ladies!

We don’t get to see a lot of each other and we have had to sacrifice some things, but I think we a re a pretty good team and I am glad he is in my corner (and not Jimmy "Superfly" Snuka-ing me from the top rope).

I love you, honey.

(puke)

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I can't get up!!

Mother Nature dumped another 9-10 inches of the white stuff on us this morning. Snow Day!!! This used to mean a baseball hat and sweats for the day, but the training must go on! Like the US Postal Service, no snow is gonna keep me from that dang treadmill. In fact, the snow added quite a bit to my work out today.

First of all, the kids wanted to “help” shovel. So the workout began with the suiting up and Randy Parkerizing of the kids. This is about as easy as dressing sand. Why is it that kids think they should be as lifeless and not helpful as possible when being poured into snow clothes? So off we go to make snow angels and shovel the walk and driveway. My amazing husband joined us shortly after two mitten replacements and a tissue run. An hour later, the kids had frost bitten cheeks, snotcicles, and plenty of filthy snow in their bellies, and my hubby and I had a clear walk and driveway and defrosted cars. Between the “help” from the kids and the Framingham DPW, we definitely shoveled both the walk and the end of the driveway two, maybe three times.

So with the car freed and the kids ready for lunch, I headed to the gym. I think I was supposed to have a “rest day” after the ten miles yesterday, but I was feeling up to the challenge. Besides, I love when the gym is empty – and it was empty. There were 3 or 4 people there. One is a man whom I have watched over the last year because I would love to know his story. He has lost well over 100 pounds since I joined the gym last year and I know how much work that takes. One of the trainers speculates that he had some sort of weight loss surgery based of some things she has observed. He is still in that gym every day from what I can tell – so surgery, shmurgery – he is working really hard and that is awesome!

About 4 miles into the workout, I was greeted by the kind of back pain that either means I am 7 months pregnant, or I have shoveled too much. Thankfully, it’s just from shoveling. So I decided to cut my losses and head home. I am hurting, for sure, but it’s nothing a little rest, some pain reliever and a heating pad can’t fix. Damn New England weather!

So how do you like the new blog site? There is a ton you can do here most of which I am still learning, but I have added a “Followers” gadget over on the right. So go ahead, come follow my journey, leave a comment or two, hang out, drink the Kool-Aid! Off the make dinner.

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[Oh, okay nosey! We’re having pasta and meatballs. Turkey meatballs. The kids get real pasta, but my gluten-free behind gets brown rice pasta – which really should not be allowed to be called pasta.] Peace!

Maybe it's the underwear!

First of all, let me yell this one:

I completed MY FIRST 10-MILE TRAINING today! Woo-hoo! Go me! Go me! Do the Cabbage Patch! Actually don’t, cuz you’re sore as hell! Ten miles. Cool. The most exciting part is that it really wasn’t that hard. I suppose that is a good sign since it’s only a sixth of the 3-day. Toward the end, my quads were burning but I definitely felt like I could do more. And even now, sitting at the computer, I feel okay. It is when I get up from the computer that I can feel those 10 miles! When I do get up, the first ten steps or so are certainly not graceful and they are accompanied by “Ooo, ahh, eee, uhh, ow. oh.”

So what was the most important thing I learned on my first ten-mile training day? Was it that I have really come a long way in my physical fitness over the last year? Nooo. Was it that I can do anything I put my mind to? Nooo. Was it that it is indeed the shoes? No. I learned why it is that Michael Jordan went from selling sneakers to underwear! Even more important than a good pair of sneakers to this kind of training, is the right pair of underwear! I had on the complete wrong underwear during every step of those ten miles today. Let me tell you, blisters are one thing, but chaffing…not fun!

There is nothing like extreme weight loss coupled with aging and having carried 2 ten-pound babies to get you thinking about underwear. Any woman (I am assuming this doesn’t apply to men, but I guess one should never assume) who has ever gone out for a night on the town in some Spanx knows you put them on BEFORE hair and make up. This is because getting into them involves more pushing, pulling, contorting, grunting, and sweating than your average Pilates class. They really do make a difference, but you do pay for it! My last outing in a little black dress cost me more in undergarments than in actual dress. And then there is the permanent organ damage, I mean, that flab all goes somewhere, right? The aforementioned night on the town landed me in a picture in Bill Brett's "The Seen” section of the Boston Globe, so I am grateful I was all sucked in nicely. And in the picture, you can’t even tell I wasn’t breathing.

So obviously underwear is an important consideration when out for the evening, but since my weight loss, I have really been on a quest for the perfect everyday underwear. I will try not to venture into the realm of too much information, but when I find them I will let you know. I am praying it is before the 3-day! For now, I am off to powder my rear.

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