Things I Shouldn't Be Doing Right Now
1. Stopping at Starbucks for a short, non-fat chai and a double chocolate chunk cookie. That's just wrong on so many levels: money, calories, sugar content.
2. Going to Value Village because I'm desperate for clothes to wear that I don't feel like a stuffed sausage in or, alternatively, are hanging off me like a potato sack and look like they've had a few owners before me. Which they have, of course.
But I did walk up to Starbucks anyway, did get a chai and a cookie, and did catch the bus from there to Value Village.
I blame the Value Village run on having watched reruns of "Renovate My Wardrobe" this morning, at 5AM. Most of my pants are too tight because I'm so fat, and most of my few winter tops are pilled to death and stretched out of shape. Not suitable for the office. Spending money on clothes is the last thing I needed to do right now, with tomorrow's big vet bill, but I can't express to you how miserable I feel every single day in my clothes, how ugly and dowdy and frumpy. It would be worth it, down the road, to invest in decent pants (i.e. new, on sale) that actually fit me. Goddess forbid I should find something that flatters this lumpy body. But I have this bizarre idea in my head that everyone should feel good in what they wear, no matter what their clothing size and what their budget is. Silly, I know. Feeling good in clothes is for those who are a size 10 and lower, I think. Certainly not my size, which isn't even a size 12 anymore. I'd be ecstatic if I were a size 12 again. But somehow I don't think that's ever going to happen. Unless I give up the chai and cookies, of course. Along with bread, cheese, fruit, pasta and potatoes. Make that food in general.
Anyway, for the exorbitant sum of $79.83, I got 4 pairs of pants (2 brown, one navy stripe, and 1 grey corduroy), 5 tops (2 long sleeved cotton tops, 1 blazer/jacket, 1 light/medium weight fleece pullover, 1 fairly heavy fleece zip-up, good for indoor/outdoor wear), a really pretty fabric shower curtain, and 6 books.
Then, to top it off, rather than wait the hour and forty minutes to get home by bus, I took a taxi. There went another $12. But I was home in less than 15 minutes, so you know what? It was worth it.
I don't regret the clothing expenditure -- I went through my closet after watching "Renovate My Wardrobe" and pulled out the pants and tops that make me feel particularly hideous and have piled them in the spare room for future donation.
I don't even regret the chai and cookie -- it's PMS week, which explains everything.
2. Going to Value Village because I'm desperate for clothes to wear that I don't feel like a stuffed sausage in or, alternatively, are hanging off me like a potato sack and look like they've had a few owners before me. Which they have, of course.
But I did walk up to Starbucks anyway, did get a chai and a cookie, and did catch the bus from there to Value Village.
I blame the Value Village run on having watched reruns of "Renovate My Wardrobe" this morning, at 5AM. Most of my pants are too tight because I'm so fat, and most of my few winter tops are pilled to death and stretched out of shape. Not suitable for the office. Spending money on clothes is the last thing I needed to do right now, with tomorrow's big vet bill, but I can't express to you how miserable I feel every single day in my clothes, how ugly and dowdy and frumpy. It would be worth it, down the road, to invest in decent pants (i.e. new, on sale) that actually fit me. Goddess forbid I should find something that flatters this lumpy body. But I have this bizarre idea in my head that everyone should feel good in what they wear, no matter what their clothing size and what their budget is. Silly, I know. Feeling good in clothes is for those who are a size 10 and lower, I think. Certainly not my size, which isn't even a size 12 anymore. I'd be ecstatic if I were a size 12 again. But somehow I don't think that's ever going to happen. Unless I give up the chai and cookies, of course. Along with bread, cheese, fruit, pasta and potatoes. Make that food in general.
Anyway, for the exorbitant sum of $79.83, I got 4 pairs of pants (2 brown, one navy stripe, and 1 grey corduroy), 5 tops (2 long sleeved cotton tops, 1 blazer/jacket, 1 light/medium weight fleece pullover, 1 fairly heavy fleece zip-up, good for indoor/outdoor wear), a really pretty fabric shower curtain, and 6 books.
Then, to top it off, rather than wait the hour and forty minutes to get home by bus, I took a taxi. There went another $12. But I was home in less than 15 minutes, so you know what? It was worth it.
I don't regret the clothing expenditure -- I went through my closet after watching "Renovate My Wardrobe" and pulled out the pants and tops that make me feel particularly hideous and have piled them in the spare room for future donation.
I don't even regret the chai and cookie -- it's PMS week, which explains everything.
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