Overly confident much? I know I come accross that way on my blog. For example, mentioning "a life I love to live" in my last post. That's actually a new concept for me. At three hundred pounds, I did not love life. At all. I was not one of the girls who is overweight and honestly fine with it. I was miserable. I enjoyed nothing... going out, relationships, food (ironically or not). When I was younger and thin and perky, I was an idiot and would worry about flaws I would love to have now. What a complete waste. I feel like a completely new person at 168 pounds... actually I feel like I'm who I should have been all along. And I'm wise enough to know not to waste the benefits of this goal I've put so much effort into achieving.
Ok, onto the juicy stuff now. It.was.so.much.fun! I love wearing sexy clothes with confidence. And thanks for telling me that the heels I was wearing in Chicago were stripper heels. I went all out trying to look good. I was afraid I maybe looked like a tranie, but my teenage daughter assured me I did not, and that I looked like a high end stripper. Fabulous. Low end, high end... Mr.W is really picky about that. Or not.
Mr. W had made a CD for the car of meaningful songs in our relationship (in chronological order, very awesome). We had appetizers in the city where we first met... at an Italian restaurant. Bread, OO, fresh mozzerella, crab in mushrooms, and WINE. Then we drove to the city where I lived when we first met... and we went to an Irish pub. Traditional food... fish and chips for me, Mr. W had a steak w/ carmelized onions and brie that was so delicious, and BEER. Then we went to the city where we used to go to on dates when we first met... to look for something for some good old American "dessert". Let's just say the Wonder Woman issue has been put to bed (really). Then we went back to the city we live in... and had dessert at our favorite dessert destination (a hotel about three miles from our house, they've got to understand that we have a house full of kids and zero privacy). And then on our way home we stopped for our favorite milkshakes for dessert... I needed chocolate chunks with whipped cream to make the whole evening complete and perfect.
Honestly the best part??? Going home! We are hopeless homebodies, and proud of it. We wanted to get home to our six year old, our dog, our own beds. I think we really like our real life. Our evening was romantic and magical, and I am proud to be able to finally say, that I love to live my life.