The Thighs Have It. . .

Cottage cheese is a fantastic diet snack, because it tastes so truly awful that I can't have more than a couple of spoonfuls before totally losing my appetite.

Onwards!

Yesterday was a good example of a good lift day, with no added weight. I did one slow set of 85 on the bench press, but I probably have at least 2 more lifts before feeling confident about moving on. My bench press is slowly but surely catching up to my LB squat. On that front, 100 is still a fairly challenging set. I had a very solid deadlift at 155; I'm allowing myself to graduate to 160 (huzzah!) next time.

Formals. Are. A reason. To attend graduate school. I'm so, so thrilled to have been invited to Yale's annual Pump & Slipper ball. It's in precisely 10 days, which coincides nicely with Project Deficit (3 successful days down; 15 to go). I popped into Max Azria last night to pre-screen some formal wear, and remembered (from high school prom, a decade since!) how devastatingly I fill out an evening gown.

I can't find a photo of the L'atelier gown online, but these two were both pretty solid affairs. Unfortunately, the black was a little boring, and they didn't carry the one-strap number in my size.

I'll be making a concerted effort to land a killer ball gown + accouterments this weekend, with bride-to-be N in tow.