Winter stinks. It sucks royally. It makes me depressed and restless. I have been in a funk for a few weeks now and extended no-school days don't help.
So I get a little bit of the grass is greener syndrome. I see other people and even though I know they have the same hassles I do, I get jealous. I start to wish our family could go out to dinner together without ending up ticked at the end. I want to have the patience the other mothers seem to have. Why can't I cook up a nutritious, delicious meal and get the kids to eat it? When will I be able to eat a balanced meal and lose weight and style my hair and juggle a full social agenda and bond meaningfully with my children and blah, blah, blah, blah freakin' blah. You get the drift. In those moods, nothing I do is good enough, because someone else is doing it WAY better.
So I went to Walmart for fabric and a curtain rod (intending to divert the artic breeze flowing over the back of our couch with aforementioned items and a healthy supply of safety pins). I passed through the plus size section and spotted TALL pants that just might fit. I gave all my stretch jeans to neighbor Jenny when it became OH SO CLEAR that even with a shoehorn and an industrial size vat o' Vaseline, it was never gonna happen. The pants fit. They have a W beside the number ( I have been informed this is for Women's , not WIDE like I was originally assuming). I cried in the dressing room. Why? Dunno. I don't care that I don't wear a size double zero. I never plan to wear a bikini again, EVER. So even though I have the winter blahs, a big ol cause of the grass is greener syndrome, and zero nutritional value in my meals---- I DO have four new pairs of pants that fit my W butt! :0)
5 years ago
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Were these tears of joy that you'd found pants that fit, or were you sad about the W?
If it makes you feel any better, from here, the grass looks greener everywhere else, too. It MIGHT be the fact that we haven't yet gotten rid of all our fall leaves, or it might just be the time of year. ;-)
(((Hugs)))
I long ago gave up on trying on clothes. The mirrors and lighting were bad enough pounds ago. Now, I don't even want to go in the trying on room.
By the same token, when I do see something out that I know will fit comfortably I snap it up because the mood to think about clothes in conjunction with my body does not come often.
Sorry it was a tough day.
Jelly filled and Buzzardbilly- Thanks for the niceness. I just got a little crazy with too many days home with kids, winter being the suck that it is, expecting the pants not to fit and foreseeing a wrestling match in the fitting room and then not getting one. Just a step up on the ladder of nutso for me. Usually I keep my weepy side at home. It's all good now! :0)
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