The Weekend Roundup, Super Superdry, Crystal Parr

So the weekend weren't bad. I had a decent lift with F on Saturday, on top of a very good meal-plan. I think the key is staying a bit hungry at night. I'm not usually ravenous when I wake up, no matter how long the fast, so I can get by with a shake and a little protein food. On Sunday, I tried to go shopping to, you know, find rewards, but didn't end up with anything except several hours' walking in the West Village, which, hey, is alright.

(Of note: I discovered the full-loaded-with-awesome Superdry Lumber Twill Shirt, just not in my preferred size (S) and color (blue). Must check out SoHo flagship store.)

The weekend's one Carbinal Sin was a green tea frozen yogurt (+ blueberries and kiwi) following frisbee. And yes, IT WAS A SOCIAL EAT. 

Some calorie-cutting measures for the next 5 days (larger chunks just ain't manageable):

-Make bed. In the mornings. Wake up circa 7:15AM; spend a little time tidying up.
-No bananas. The fruit of the week is "orange".
-Get some oranges.
-Paint your freaking wall, already.

So, you know how Crystal Renn has been receiving loads of positive media attention lately? She's this plus-sized supermodel who's "revolutionizing" the fashion industry:

I hate the press. It's stupidly reinforcing the exact same idea as very thin models do - that weight has anything to do with a person's appeal. Whether it does or doesn't, and to what degree it does or doesn't remains to be studied or argued, but let's not forget, that aside from being a size 12 or whatever, Crystal Renn (top), like SkinnyChick Alessandra Ambrosio (bottom; the current media martyr),  is really hot:

Right. I could gain OR lose 30 pounds to approximate these women's weights, but it's not going to make me hot enough to make a celebrity living off my looks. You know why? Because I, like every other run-of-the-mill human being on the planet, don't have a million-dollar face. My body wouldn't distribute a weight gain or deficit in a flattering, million-dollar way. I'm not photogenic (in the least); I have poor posture, dry skin, splits-endsy hair that I'm too cheap and lazy to ameliorate. Maybe the message to young women (or whatever) is to learn what competitive advantage means, and what yours are.