So despite my last post, I have been putting on a pretty good game face. While my plateau is a bit infuriating and causing my inner angst, there have been some good things this week too!
A little background: I love make-up. Buying it, wearing it, applying it. I am good at it. My gays in my local MAC used to love to see me come in because I bought a crapload of product every time and I would let them experiment with my face. The bolder and brighter the better. No neutrals. So for me to not wear at least mascara for over a year is a sure sign of MAJOR DEPRESSION. Part of that is work, part is weight gain, and part is the stormy relationship with the EX.
All of that changed on Monday when I went to work. I did my hair and put on make-up. I took care to find a good outfit and I felt great. I have kept it up every day last week.
Except Thursday. Thursday I woke up late and didn't do my hair or makeup. No big deal right. Well, Thursday night I was sitting on the subway when I looked up and saw this:
So moral of the story: look your best at all times because you just never know.