*written December 1*
Okay, so I am not a clothes person. My idea of clothes are something you must wear because otherwise you’d be nekkid, and people just don’t need to see that.
If I were never going out or going to be seen, I would wear: sports shorts, a supportive bra, and a tank top. If it’s cold, I’d up the ante and have on a hoodie and slipper socks*. Maybe jeans.
If I’m going to be out but not to be seen (stealth shopping), I’d wear jeans and a favorite t-shirt.
But when I know I’m going to “be seen,” I actually have to think about clothes. And that… that is not my enjoyment.
As a defense, I have developed some mad wardrobing skills. I have brown. Yup, brown. And some black. And a couple of jewel-tones for variety, but there is an awful lot of brown. Brown is comfortable. I like to think it goes with my coloring.
So Monday, I whipped out my brown slacks for work (it was 36 degrees, so I tend to veer away from skirts in that weather), and made my happy way to work. And then I realized I was stepping on something. I looked, but there was nothing there. Nothing stuck to my shoe, nothing on the ground, nothing. That’s when it hit me: I was treading on my pants cuffs. Seriously? I had gotten to the point where my clothes were literally hanging off of me? Okay, time to go down a size.
Tuesday, I really didn’t think about the sizes when I was getting dressed. I was concentrating on the warmth factor. I whipped out my black corduroy slacks (which I recognize to be an absurd sort of item to have in one’s repertoire of clothes), and headed out to work. And I’m thinking that these are the same size, because I haven’t worn them in a year. I mean, who would wear black corduroy in a Texas summer? All day long, I’m thinking that these pants are strangely baggy. When I get home, I go to take these pants off, and I realize that they ARE the next size smaller. So, basically, I’m out of clothes that fit. I have zero pants to wear that are not elephant skin on me.
And I realize that these pants are telling me the truth – I really have lost weight and inches. I really have gone down about 3 sizes. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! The meal plan is WORKING!
*I have since discovered that this is the official uniform of really scary neighbors. Maybe I should cease and desist with this outfit.