I’ve just had the best afternoon ever, and I’m feeling very pampered. You’ll be glad to know that in preparation for tomorrow night there are now definite green shoots of sparkliness…my fingers and toes are a lovely shade of steel grey with a touch of silver shimmer, which will match my posh necklace. Get me, being all co-ordinated. It’s hard to believe that just a few months ago I…ah feck it let’s not go there, not today…I’m too giddy.
I don’t think the gorgeous skinny string bean who painted my toes so beautifully this afternoon quite knew what to make of me. We had some general chit-chat you know about this and that, and then she asked me what I was getting all poshed up for.
When I told her I was going to a posh doo because I write a blog about dieting she was a bit baffled, and I suppose I might have been too, in her shoes. I mean if you’re painting the toenails of a very fat lady who appears to think that she’s some kind of authority on dieting you’re bound to think what the fuck could you possibly know about that, right? To be fair she’d have a point, I don’t look like I know my way around a salad…not yet anyway.
And you know, I could probably have folded this young lady up and tucked her into my knicker drawer, so clearly if I’d tried to explain about the Asshole voice and the bitch in the bathroom I would have just dug myself deeper into weirdo territory…obviously she’s clearly never had to fight tooth and nail to stay away from the hobnobs. But she was perfectly lovely, and she perked my feet up no end.
To be honest, I’m still debating about the shoe situation for tomorrow – I did buy a pair of strappy flatties with sparkles on, but they’re about as comfortable as I imagine cheese wire wrapped around my toes might be…three toes on each foot cop for it in particular and after a few test walks they were all on the verge of turning blue. On the basis that I don’t want to leave the event with fewer toes than I had when I arrived, I might need to rethink my choice of footwear.
My boy collected his tux this morning and I’m under strict instructions not to do that dewy-eyed proud mum thing where I spend all night telling him how handsome he looks…it’ll be hard but I promised. So he’s sorted, and in all but the shoe department, so am I.
Between you and me I’m starting to feel a bit nervous. I mean it’s hugely exciting but a bit daunting at the same time you know? I was contacted by a PR company this afternoon who’ve picked out some quotes from the blog and it reads as though I’ve actually given them an interview, which felt very strange. Like, who’d want to interview me?! I’ve lived in the shadows for the last few years and I can feel a definite breeze around my ears now I’ve stuck my head above ground…it’s going to take a bit of getting used to.
Am I ready for tomorrow..? You bet your sweet ass I am 🙂
Have a great time, hope we get a link to a photo or two, you and the boy all glammed up mustn’t go unnoticed!
Thanks Sue, I promise pictures!
I can see ya. You’re looking GOOD. Inside and out. It’s happening.
Hey Leslie, good to meet you…and thank you! Today is the most exciting part of my journey so far!!
It’s going to go well, and you are going to enjoy it! Stay positive!
Of course I will…I’m leaving the Asshole at home!
Sooooo excited for you. Unless you can slip the shoes off under the table for most of the night I wouldn’t wear them. You want to remember the evening fondly not how crippled with pain you were. I can’t wait to see a photo and hear all about it. You sound so happy Dee, good luck xxx
Aw thanks Jo…I feel like I’ve got all my girlies around me tonight, you lot have been with me almost from the beginning and I wish I could take you all with me tomorrow!
Good luck honey! You deserve it, you are a star already xx
Thanks Looby! 🙂
Dee, I am so excited for you!!! This is an awesome honor for you and I am so looking forward to hearing all about it. As I write this message, I am sitting in a massage chair, soaking my feet for a pedicure. I love pedicures. It’s a wonderful way to relax and doll up your toesies. I don’t care who you are or how big or small…it’s a wonderful treat.
It definitely is Tracey…even now I can actually reach my feet I still like someone else to pamper them!
It makes me happy to hear the happiness and excitement
in your words! Go enjoy yourself! You’ve earned this!
You have lost a lot of weight and you do deserve to be there. I hope you win!
Remember it really is about the journey and you are getting there bit
by bit.
I can’t wait to read all the highlights! Have a fabulous time!
Aw thanks Susan, I’m not holding out any hope that I’ll win but it’s going to be awesome 🙂
I am SO excited for you!!!!!! I cannot wait to hear all about it. I know you aren’t to make a big fuss over your boy, but maybe you could sneak a snap 🙂
Thanks Autumn and I will, I promise 🙂
Pampering day report… What a delight! now, DO NOT WASH A SINGLE DISH OR CUP, Girl!
You’re so funny, getting the quizzical look from a String Bean beautician. Then tomorrow people will be furtively eying you, in clothes & accessories that you like, with your gorgeous features expertly made up. They’ll be thinking, I should look so good!
Have a blast!, we’re all kvelling. Love, Fleury
Thanks Fleury! It’s going to be awesome and I know you’re all cheering me on. I wish all of you guys were going to be there 🙂