That Little Black Dress...

...that hangs at the back of my closet started calling my name this weekend. It is time to get serious about losing some weight.

I suppose my dieting decision has a little bit to do with the Company Shin-Dig memo Jef brought home. A fancy-schmancy dinner at a swanky hotel with "Professional Portraits Offered" makes me cringe at the thought of seeing myself in 2-D. Then again, perhaps it was the way Jef looked longingly at Sandra Lee's ginormous boobs svelte figure as he watched Fo*d Network this weekend. Or was it my sweet man looking at then later describing in grand detail the "fine ass" of a waitress at H00ters that pushed me over the edge? It could have been Kim Kar-whatever-ian in Playb*y I thumbed past (as I was reading the articles!) that put the final nail in my plus-sized coffin.

Let's just say whatever it was, I woke up this morning with the determination I needed to see my goal through. I had one last all-out-fast-food-heart-attack-in-a-sack-breakfast for a farewell, and now I'm walking the line to peeling off a few pounds.

Oatmeal, whole grain cereal, salads, and veggies are my new friends. Water is my elixir of power. Exercise will set me free!

I have a little over a month to shed enough weight and inches and be able to fit into The Dress.

I have decided not to torture myself with weighing on a scale. Numbers make me crazy, and all that matters is that The Dress fits and I feel good in it. I will try on The Dress once a week- most likely on Fridays- and give a progress report as to how it fits. I might even take photos of my progress.

--The Milk Maid says blinders for men are a great investment!