Okay, so I've gained a few pounds in the last 6 or 7 months. Not enough to be alarmed, but enough to make my clothes very uncomfortable, hence my new love for bulky winter clothes. I've come up with several excuses...er...reasons, for this gradual expansion.
1. I am 52 years old. For some cruel reason, as you get older you have less energy and a bigger appetite. Why Lord?
2. Maybe I have a thyroid problem? Thyroid conditions do run in my family, you know.
3. The beginning of my weight gain coincides EXACTLY with the time that Neal moved home to stay. That means LESS calorie burning outdoor chores for me and MORE home-cooked meals. It also means that I don't have the intense desire to go to the gym five days a week out of sheer boredom or the need for daily human contact.
In conclusion, I think it's Neal's fault.
Yesterday I had the choice of going to the gym to work off some of these extra pounds OR shop the J.C. Penney Big Sale (emphasis mine) and buy some "more comfortable" clothes, i.e. "bigger" clothes. So I went to Penney's. In particular, I was looking for pants. Are you with me here, girls? Oh, and I needed a new bra--not because "those" had gotten bigger (another cruel joke...it's always the bottom half that expands) but because mine are getting old and worn out (not the ta-tas...the bras). When I got to the fitting room with my armful of try-ons, I realized that it was all blouses, jackets, and sweaters. Seems that even though I've outgrown my pants and skirts, I still can't shop in the grown-up stores. I'm going to have to either go to the junior department or succumb to trips to Gap or Old Navy and try to find pants that don't show your underwear and skirts that...well...don't show your underwear, to find my size. I hate those trips. I can see the wheels turning in Hannah Montana's brain as she tries to figure out why a grandma is shopping in her cool teeny-bopper store. If I have to talk to a sales person, I say things like, "I'm shopping for my daughter, and she's about my size...can I try this on?" It's really embarrassing.
Anyway...I came home with new underwear and shoes.
2 comments:
Yeah, I know what you mean. Only my dilemma has taken me to Lane Bryant withme in the dressing room and my daughter bringing me just one more bra to try to get the right amount of uplift. We had to laugh of how the tables had turned when it was she who was in the dressing room trying to find her first bra and me bringing yet one more to her to try on.
Lita that is too funny. I really enjoyed the story about Liam. Thanks for sharing that.
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