Well, well, well, aren't you some lucky luckies?
A Wednesday update! Well I'll be!
I had such a great night last night and I am so bored already this morning, I just had to share. This is my digital scrapbook, you know.
First off, I officially got hired at the Gap, but for some odd reason, they require you to have a social security card. I have NO IDEA where mine could be. I am assuming it is in the wallet that got stolen at Dio and Daddy's surprise party, but with me, you never can tell. So I am going to have to figure out a way to hustle my ass over the the Social Security office and get a new one.
Just found out via my only weekday friend, the internet, that it takes 10 to 14 days to receive a duplicate card and you have to take the form in person to the nearest office. My nearest office is a State and Jackson, not too horrible of a haul, but in 30 degree weather, it ain't gonna be no picnic!
So I have been chipping away at my plan of attack with much success so far. I got my ass to Bally's on Monday and ran 3 miles. I even spotted this on Craig's List and threw my hat in the ring. This is what I wrote:
I wasn't always like this. I used to be a go-getter. I used to be 5'10 and weigh 125 pounds. But then I discovered a love for sour cream and a huge distaste for physical activity. I have become lazy. I am not fat, although Hollywood would consider me so. I have thinnish legs and arms and a flat tushie, but I have love handles and a thick med section and the slight emergence of a double chin. I am extremely unhappy with what I see in the mirror. Getting dressed everyday is a chore. I can not spend another bikini season sporting a sarong tied right underneath my chest. I want my self-confidence back. I want to buy a shirt and not have to worry if it is too tight in the waist area.
I don't have any pictures where I have not cropped out my mid-section. I probably weigh 150-155 at present time... maybe more! I haven't weighed myself in a long time. I am a graphic desinger, so I often shave off a chin or make my face look leaner in Photoshop. It is not a good feeling.
In May, we are planning a girl's weekend in Vegas. It's become an annual event. Last year, after I got my pictures back, I was disgusted. All the girls I was with were thin and got all sorts of attention and I was relegated to being "the funny chubby one" that sat in the corner. I am determined not to feel this way anymore, but I don't know where to begin.
HELP ME!
Attached photos: The group in Vegas, I am covering myself up in the turquoise shirt. The second is me at my 10 year high school reunion this past October. I wore a super tight girdle and almost passed out a few times. I wanted to lose the wight by then, but I was going through a messy break-up and food and marathons of America's Next Top Model were my comfort.
Never hurts to kiss a little ass. Or a badonkadonk ass in this case.
So maybe they'll fly me to L.A. or whatever alley they tape the Tyra Banks Show in and give me some free stuff and help me lose some weight!
I start training at The Gap tonight. It feels a bit odd to get a part-time job there, but it is only until January 18th. I am working stock, which means I don't deal with customers and I still get the discount. A little extra cash never hurts and the store is literally a block and a half from my office. I am decked out in head to toe Gap right now. I am preptacular!
Last night, I went to a focus group out in Oak Park. We discussed The Body Shop for three stinkin' hours! The guy who ran the show was English and asked such inane question as :If the Body Shop were a person, what would she be like? It was wicked retarded. But I made $100 for just sitting there and making those fat, suburban housewives laugh. I used words like vapid and lucent. They were super jealous of me. Every single one of them had kids and was married and most were younger than me. But for once, I didn't feel bad about that. I almost felt relieved that I'm not there yet. Plenty of time. Let me take off the weight first before baby packs it back on!
After the group, I had plans to meet up with Daddy, LL, Tenus and other randoms to go bowling for Tenus's birthday. Since she lives right around the corner from Dio, I called him to join in on the fray. Daddy was supposed to come get me, but he was already at the alley when I got out, so my angel Dio came and picked me up. I walked over a mile down Harlem Avenue towards my rendezvous point... from Lake and Harlem to Division and Harlem. You can STOP me from exercisin'! He was going to drop me off, but I asked him to come inside and say hi to my friends. He said "maybe I'll stay for a beer."
The next thing I knew, we signed up for three games and were strapping on those nasty rented shoes. Well, the rest of us were. Dio ran to his car and came back with a bowling bag. Bert McCracken has his own shoes and ball! A PERSONALIZED ball. He had baby powder, a resin bag and one of those hammock ball shiners. So he should have wiped the floor with all of us, right?
Not so much.
I still love ya, honey! I'll go with you to practice! I'm a bit (bit, HA!) rusty too!
He does have amazing form... observe:
Alas, the strikes were few and far between.
GO DADDY GO!
Dio gave me some pointers and a new nickname: FAB (Flat Ass Bethany). Ya'll have never seen my ass before. Thanks. It is pretty fucking flat.
Daddy and the birthday girl.
Daddy, his new paramour and LL joining in on the lovefest.
Mmmm... that's nice!
At one point, LL ran down the lane because her ball got stuck. After she got yelled at overt he microphone, she thought it would be fun to bowl using two balls. She still couldn't get all the pins down using 4 balls in one frame.
But she LOOKS fantastic!
My new favorite picture of me and my best bud, Dio.
So, yes, it was a fun night. It made me happy. It was great spending time with Dio and I think this friendship thing might just work out. We have too much chemistry and goofy inside jokes and we owe it to ourselves to remain close.
My first friendship with a serious ex-boyfriend. Unchartered territory. Bring it.