Do you know women who get stressed out and lose weight? I’m not jealous of them. But I’m certainly not one of them.
I should have known how much this time of year sucks for accomplishing anything in my personal life. First of all, it’s been busy as hell at work (with a beautiful beast of a fundraiser that is a huge success and a giant time suck). And not to talk about the weather, but the wintry discontent zone between my birthday and now is when I tend to get a little, well, depressed. Every dip below 40 degrees yanks on my patience for sunshine and makes me want to hide beneath the covers. Like, all day hiding. Or, it makes me want to snuggle on the couch for 3 hours on end with boyfriend. That’s a way happier pursuit, but not an active one.
Needless to say, not much progress on the exercising front.
I flipped my closet today, stuffing the sweaters into boxes and bringing out the summer dresses and tank tops. Ugh. Most of them don’t fit. Not that I tried them on, I didn’t need to. At the end of last summer most of my clothes had gotten a little snug, so I just put them in the box and figured I’d deal with it in the spring. Well, here it is, and I’m not any smaller. Or healthier, which I guess is the real issue.
My mother would admit to you that her closet is divided into “skinny” and “not so skinny” clothes. This used to seem extreme to me, but now I know all about the fluctuating wardrobe. And I’m kind of pissed about it. I don’t want to have two (or three) sets of clothes. I love clothes, and I want to wear the cute ones, not the giant black pants that tent my ass beyond recognition but are acceptable for work.
Maybe I should stop complaining and go for a walk? Noted.
So I pulled out one particular black cocktail dress and put it on the wall. It doesn’t look like much just hanging there, but when I could squeeze into it, the results were pretty damn hot. I bought that dress in Spain, and I remember my friend Susan helping me barely eek the side zipper up my side. Perfect.
How long is it going to take me to get back into it? Not sure. But having it there is a reminder that half of my clothes are waiting for me to get my ass in gear.
Do you succumb to the skinny/not-so-skinny wardrobe?
