Time for cake

Well I got on the scale today and my weight, (like Lazurus) Hallelujah it has risen!!! Which is also a miracle because I ate next to nothing yesterday. Soooooo I did what any right thinking dieter would do in such dire circumstances, instead of teaching my belly dance class I called my partner and we cancelled and went out for cake.
This was the best thing I could do given the circs.I am now skipping dinner (which is a form of fasting, which we all know pulls the weight from your bones like a vulture picking dead matter off of road kill) Therefore by tomorrow I should be down several pounds. I also had an epiphany today which was quasi painful but necessary and that was that I have with held new clothes from self until I reach some magic weight. I also realized that times have changed since my ballet days and since the '80's when we were all expected to look like walking clothes hangers in order to consider ourselves beautiful. I also realized that men really don't think that way. I saw Zac Ephron on TV last night and he said he loves chunky ladies.I think most guys do. Further I don't think they look at our asses and think (OOOO FAT!) I think they look and think "Wow! Nice!" With that in mind I went net shopping and bought some really bright colored clothes. It is time to re-define the way we think of ourselves. Michelangelo had the right idea. His women were stunning and did NOT look like Renaissance clothes hangers. They looked like good and honorable women.Michelangelo knew about beauty so let's go back to his vision of honor and truth.Then let's all go out for cake.