Mardi Gras Mambo!

I live in Southwest Louisiana and Mardi Gras is a big deal here. It's a hard time of year to diet and an even harder time of year to be a fat woman. First of all, Mardi Gras means Fat Tuesday in French, it is the season before lent, where you pretty much over indulge in preparation for the fasting of lent. So, my husband and I are in two Mardi Gras Krewes and seem to have something each weekend. In preparation for the first cocktail party of the season, I went to my closet to pull out the trusty black skirt and one of many festive blouses. My favorite gold one from last year, was less than comfortable. I knew I had gained a few from last year, but really, my arms looked like a couple of gold plated sausages. So, shopping I had to go. I got a really pretty top and felt like I looked pretty good. Then I go to the event and am surrounded by the lovely people, all in there perfect little black dresses, not a matronly outfit like me! I just thought to myself....this is the last time I'm going to be the fat one at this event. But, you know I've said that every year for the past 25 years. I pray that the band will be the tool to help me get to the point were I can feel comfortable in my clothes, and comfortable in my skin. I hope I get the call very soon with a surgery date. I'm encouraged by all of the blogs I read and feel like I've gotten such good information and inspiration. It's time to do this!!!! Thanks guys who are following. I really appreciate it, your comments mean a great deal to me and it really feels good to know I'm not alone in this struggle.

Happy Monday
Tess

PS
Fat Bastard (I really hate to even type that, it sounds so bad)
I keep trying to comment on your blog, but it never works. I like your posts and think the male perspective is interesting. Good luck to you.