Today I tried on dresses so I would know what I should pack for BlogHer next week.
I never needed a shot of Bailey’s in my morning coffee more than I did this morning.
My really nice dresses? They now fit like sausage casings. My shelf ass? Makes the hem of every dress I could squeeze into look short in the rear.
Shit. Twenty extra pounds means my clothes are two sizes too small and that I am a big fat fatty.
But, did I let it get me down? Did I let the fat rolls I could clearly see under my jersey knits make me cry like a little bish?
Hells to the no.
I sifted through the closet, found a few more outfits that will work just fine, and went shopping for some cute accessories.
Feeling sorry for myself does not burn any calories. I know because I’ve been doing it for years and I’m still a big fat fatty.
I still feel like I deserved that morning cocktail, though.
What? Drinking before noon isn’t ALWAYS acceptable? Oh, whatever! I feel for you and understand the shitty feeling of “closet shopping” when nothing fits. Sucks! Just sucks! Motivation, though, too…..unless of course you can afford to go out and buy a new wardrobe, which I definitely cannot!
Hahaha! This post made me chuckle because I had “one of those days” yesterday and had a cocktail out on my patio at 11:45 ; ) The funniest part was we didn’t have any juice in the house so I took one of my son’s juice pouches and squeezed it into a glass, added some ice and peach vodka then sipped it with the juice pouch straw. My husband looked at me and just laughed. Hey, if we could get all those ingredients into a handy dandy pouch….now that’s fabulousness.