As many of you know, and as evidenced by my insane Banana Republic shopping sprees, I have an intense love for Mad Men (and all things marketing/advertising-related in general).
I even made a Mad Men avatar of myself here, complete with my coffee and cigarettes, haha.
The boyfriend hadn't seen the show and I had only seen the first season because I didn't have cable for the longest time and Netflix, my dearest love, didn't have Mad Men for the longest time.
Spurred by the fact that the boyfriend was utterly uneducated in the ways of the early 1960s advertising world, I soon made it my mission to watch through all of the past seasons with him in order to be fully prepared in time for the March 2012 Season 5 premiere date.
With my love of Mad Men and fancy dress parties, it only makes sense that we host a Mad Men Season Premiere party in our swanky new digs.
We finally got a proper television stand and it fits perfectly with the mid-century modern style.
Mad Men on the screen - of course.
I've been all a-flutter coming up with ideas and looking up other people's Mad Men parties for inspiration.
And I'm so excited about the dressing up and the forcing all of our friends to dress up in appropriate style.
For now I'll just occupy my time with watching the show every evening once the boyfriend is home from school and drooling over pictures of others' classy Mad Men parties.
All of this slovenly television watching (and Betty Draper inspired fits of housewifery, cooking, and baking), however, has taken its toll on my figure.
I'm now hovering between 117 and 118 lbs again.
It's so frustrating to have come so close to being under 115 lbs and then slacking for two weeks and gaining again.
I still want to make it to 110 lbs by Halloween and it's still possible if I lose 1 lb/week.
Once you start plateauing, though, 1 lb/week weight loss seems like an utter impossibility.
You get used to maintaining a certain weight - used to seeing the same number on the scale day after day - used to the consistency and monotony.
It gets to the point where you're so used to what you're at, that the idea of weight loss seems like a distant dream.
Logically, I realize that losing 1 lb/week is completely attainable.
Logically, I know that all it will require is going to the gym for an hour every day and eating a sensible 1400 calories each day.
Somehow, though, being in this current rut has drained me of all motivation and desire to get out there and make the changes I need to in order to have the body I want.
I'm going to the beach on Thursday with a group of girls that I had dinner with the other night.
One of them - another wife of one of the boyfriend's fellow med students - is a force to be reckoned with.
She's opinionated to the point of it being a fault, overly sociable, and one of those naturally thin types.
Dear god, everything that triggers my social anxiety all rolled up in one person.
Not only is she extremely skinny - but she's gorgeous.
She's tan and toned and has an attractive and adult-looking face.
I feel like a pudgy, awkward teenager hanging out with her 25 year old, grown into her good looks older sister.
(I tried to find a picture to express this sentiment, but everything that came up was Khloe Kardashian...)
I managed to go to the pool with K and J and not totally freak out about my looks because K is a bit heavier than me and J is comparable to me.
New skinny-mini, however, is throwing a wrench into the whole "feel good about yourself in a bathing suit" thing.
I wanted to start wearing my two-piece out in public because the one-piece, though figure-hugging and flattering, is a bit short in the torso area and, once in the water, the top has a habit of trying to slide down.
But it looks like Thursday I'll be back in the one-piece - perhaps with the optional straps attached for extra support - in order to cover up and not feel as much like I'm in competition with (and being compared to) the thin beauty.
I will just never have the frame to be that skinny.
Some things, I suppose, are better to just ignore.
My mother's favorite prayer has always spoken to me on that point - even though I am decidedly not religious and decidedly against my mother.
God, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Here's hoping that I'll break this plateau sometime soon!
Oh, and I didn't win a Kindle - oh well. Maybe next time.
A bientôt, lovelies.