Private Panic / Public Fabulousness

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.

Work for me is a mixed bag of boredom, frustration, and resignation.  I wish I loved my job, but I really don't.  For the last year, that has been clear to everyone by the hair in a bun at the nape of my neck schoolmarm style and the completely make-up free face I present every morning. 


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:

MR. BIG was sitting across from me with all of his old Hollywood movie star handsome hotness.  No one else seemed to notice.  I surreptitiously put on some lip gloss and tossed in a piece of gum just in case.  Needless to say, he didn't talk to me.  I mean 29lbs is a great start, but I have a ways to go before I can turn the head of a man who dates women who look like this:

So moral of the story: look your best at all times because you just never know.