I bought a new pair of pants today.
When I went to try them on, I brought in the size I usually wear and a lower size which I used to wear. One can hope, right?
The lower size “looked” like it was my current size when I held it up to my hips. Could it be? Could I have actually managed to not gain weight even without boot-camp?
The lady in the fitting room at Winners gave me a complicated scenario through her mask which I only partially understood but she held up two fingers and attached a sticky note to my pants’ hanger with a 2 on it, plus gave me the plastic number plate thingy with a 2 on it for the number of items I was trying on and after all that, I figured 2 was my lucky number and went to dressing room 2 with my two items.
Are you still following me?
(And NO I am NOT a size 2.) 😂😂😂
I tried on the lower size.
(Fine. It’s an 8. Happy now?)
I was kind of thrilled about that. I’m still struggling with certain areas where I should have a bit more muscle tone instead of, you know, roundness…but whatever.
My size 8 fit again. 😀
Note: I’ve been an 8 most of my adult life except for two occasions:
1) Starving University student morphed into student-loan-debt carrying poorly paid flight attendant
2) Pregnancy and nursing periods
Then, middle age and perimenopause happened and suddenly I was a 10 more often than an 8.
Here’s the thing. When I got home I tried them on again, just to reassure myself I didn’t make a mistake.
That’s when I noticed something.
The pants were made of stretchy material. 🙄
Whatever. I still like them, and they’re black which is supposed to be slimming and all that.
After I put them in the wash, I thought about my discovery and decided, I am fine as long as I am healthy.
I am fine and I deserve cake.
Which is why I ate this:
Don’t @ me. I don’t wanna talk about it.
Besides, my clutter and mess creating tween, who generates this…
…baked the chocolate cake for Father’s Day, and I only had one small piece on Sunday, and the cake is almost all gone, and I really wanted another slice, so…
…I had some. 😛
I decided, clutter and mess be damned, if she’s gonna bake cakes like this, I’m gonna keep her around. ❤