Hi guys! Sorry I’m a few hours late…
I had to go shopping!
Oh yeah Baby… that’s pleather you’re looking at.
Have I ever told you how much I hate shopping? It’s true! I know, it’s a disgrace. I probably shouldn’t even own a vagina. I could blame this on being raised by a single dad but that would be a lie. I just don’t like it. Taking clothes on and off a million times after smuggling yourself into a pair of pants that you thought would fit but don’t just doesn’t seem to appeal to me. Don’t get me wrong, I like the getting new things part. It’s just the process that I hate.
With that being said today was kind of a mile stone. This was the first day I’ve gone shopping since I went to Lululemon in February. Other than that excursion and buying maternity clothes I haven’t gone shopping in almost three years. THREE YEARS! I was totally lost. I didn’t even know where I was supposed to go. Usually when you are in the practice of shopping you know which stores suit your body best. My body has been through the ringer so I have no idea.
Luckily the process was a lot less painful than I thought it would be. I didn’t even break a sweat or awkwardly get stuck in a blouse that was two sizes two small. This has happened before… I blame the broad shoulders. I walked out of the mall with a few new clothes and my dignity in tact. That’s a lot more than I was expecting.
Today definitely did not turn out the way I had planned. You see, it was the first snow of the season and there’s something about cold snowy weather that makes me hungry. I just want to put on a pair of sweat pants, drink a sweet hot beverage and bury my head in a big bowl of popcorn. That’s pretty much how I thought today would go.
I went straight to the gym after dropping Bridget off at school to sweat my ass off so that I wouldn’t feel quite so guilty about the snow day shenanigans that I thought were sure to play out. After the gym I went to the store and bought all of the makings for baked goods. I bought butter, two bags of chocolate chips and two cans of pumpkin. I had no idea what my intentions were… but they weren’t good.
As soon as I put Penelope down for a nap I snuggled in to write this blog post but something was bothering me. Tomorrow we have plans to go to Breckenridge for an awards ceremony that my husband’s fire department was throwing and I had nothing to wear! I set my laptop down and looked through my closet. I found one sweater that I wore last year. It swallowed me whole and had a stain on it. That’s when I decided to go shopping. Brent was home from work so there was no better time to go.
I’m so glad I did because when I stepped on the scale this morning it didn’t say what I thought it would… I weighed in at 184.8 . I lost a whopping 4 ounces.
Apparently the scale isn’t aware of how good I look in my pleather pants 😉
How did your week go?