Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

First, I need to get this off my flat chest. I finally saw the Battlestar Galactica finale last night. I waited 4 years for that? Are you frakking kidding me?

Anyway...

As of this morning I have lost 60 lbs since my surgery, which makes a grand total of 90 lbs since September.

The hair coloring didn't work out quite like I hoped. Since Gay David and I decided bleaching would be bad at this stage of the game, the red is much darker than I had planned. I like it, it's just not a whole lot different than it was before. In fact, it's almost impossible to tell I've done anything to it when you look at the pictures.

The dress I'm wearing is not the purple size 14 I mentioned previously (I'll wear that one next week). This dress is one I found in the Junior's department of Macy's. And it's a size 12. Granted, it's a big size 12--I tried some other twelves and none fit. But the tag says 12, dammit. Oh, and it has a padded chest, which gives the illusion that I actually have boobs.

Because Harmony asked: My size 11 heels of death