I stood in front of my closet, took a deep breath and opened the door. I was going to have to try on last some of my fall clothes this morning. Ugh. This is not going to be fun.
I sifted though my choices and finally noticed my taupe skirt peeking out of the bunch. Well, it does have an elastic waistband, at least, I thought as I took it off the hanger.
Feels alright. Nothing too tight anywhere, thank goodness. I tried it on with a shirt I liked. I figured it was a good enough outfit for the office yet fit loose enough that, should I find myself in a situation where I had to chase a toddler, haul around a baby or have the immense good fortune and find a few minutes to nap, I could do any (or all) of it comfortably enough and without ripping, tripping, things slipping out of place… or generally embarrassing myself.
Most importantly, I could breathe.
Good thing I can, I thought, as I took a deep breath and stepped in front of the mirror. The moment of truth.
First I checked the overall look. The top and skirt worked together well and had style I could enhance with those 1930s style shoes I never get to wear and some earrings. If I did my hair right, I could create a bona fide retro look. Let’s not get ahead of myself, I thought ruefully.
Now for the hard part. As I turned to each side, I gave a critical eye to the waistline, neckline, arms and butt.
I stood up straight and sucked in my abs like all those instructors in all those exercise classes I never found the time to get to would surely have admonished.
No belly bulge. Whew! Great! Awesome, actually. I can wear this!
Wait. Shit. Let’s see what happens…
Now I let go, slumped a bit and did not hold in my abs.
Bulge. Fuck! Of course, there is. How bad is it?
I had not been in this skirt since the fall before Sawyer was born. I had seen this coming a mile away. I chided myself as I picked a pashmina out of the basket of shawls, scarves and such in the closet, trying to decide if I could really wear this or not all day long.
The bitchy conscience I never seem to be able to strangle into silence piped up with a more than a chiding and made the decision for me.
“This is what you get for thinking about exercising, making plans to exercise, putting it in your calendar to exercise, but NEVER ACTUALLY EXERCISING! Today you are literally going to suck it up and suck it in. This weekend, you are going jogging!”
Ok, ok. Fine.Your are right. I will, I will. I promise. What a way to start the day, though I suppose this IS a form of motivation, dammit
I grabbed the pashmina, wrapped it around to hide any bulges resulting from slips in posture and ran out the door to take my punishment, sucking in and standing up straight.