So, its been awhile since I have gone shopping for clothes. I’ve gone in and out of style so many times it just amuses me these days. Well with more and more clothes becoming not suitable for public wear…unless I feel like randomly mooning folks. Which, don’t get me wrong can be loads of fun with the right group of people…though finding said right group is not likely to happen in the middle of a superstore. Belts can only do so much. My mom graciously gave me some shopping spree money to celebrate the progress so far. Today, I finally got around to spending some of it. It is desperately time to shop for a new sports bra. I am currently in agility training with one of my pups, Kaylee. With all the lifting, bouncing and running involved I was starting to find I was letting the wrong puppies free. If you get my meaning…so the journey begins.
First I went to the plus size store I’ve been going to for well, almost a decade now. She measured me up…then informed me they had nothing for me. I am too small around the torso for their sizes. This came as a surprise. Even though I’ve lost all this weight I don’t own a full length mirror and have always preferred my clothes baggy. The impact of it is lost on me I guess. So I left there…kind of weirded out. Since I have a lack of girl friends out here to shop with I’m sort of clueless as to where to proceed next.
I received word that a major clothing store in town was having a sale on all its workout clothing including sport bras. Skeptical that I was in their size range I waffled about going. My husband insisted otherwise, it was near the mobile phone place he wanted to visit anyways so off we went. I arrive to find that all the sport bras left on the rack were small and extra small. No way that miracle was going to happen even at my goal weight. I’m not an itty bitty titty girl sadly. So I was a bit sad. Until my husband and I discovered that some of the tank tops had built in bras. Atleast that meant this week I would have something to deal with the houdini puppies issue. Atleast until I figure out another place to brave getting a sports bra from (I sort of ran away in fear from la vie en rose simply due to new size fear). Then my husband points out the workout pants, and the cute shirt that could go over top…and then what do I think about that hoodie? Well with all these cute things before us…then loomed the big question.
What size?
In the past these things would not have fit me even at their largest. So this was a bit of a nailbiter for me. I grab an xxlarge, xlarge, and large (after some prompting). In the change room, as usual, I avoid looking in the full length until the clothes are on. I decide just for a lark to try on the large first…and to my shock, it fit. It fit attractively. I look in the mirror sideways and realize for the first time that I actually am thinner. It was kind of a shock really. The other shock being I actually liked the pink shirt a lot…but that’s another story. So the wii fit wasn’t lying to me, I actually have gone from omg obese to meh overweight. I will be sure to take back the things I said about its mother later. I will never be the svelte things my more celtic inspired sisters are, they get that from their dad. Hence my more hobbit like look but atleast I’m on my way to being a sexay hobbit! So I walked out of there with a tank top, shirt with reflective stuff for walks (which my other pup Godric adores), yoga pants (I have a cute butt! Who knew?), and a hoodie for cooler weather most of which was a size large. All for just 50.00…oh yeah. Still I felt indulgent getting all those workout clothes, after all I had a perfectly good t-shirt I have had for a decade and such. Husband has informed me this was not acceptable workout gear. Apparently cuteness is now required with working out. That and moisture wicking…pfft. New fangled clothing technology.
After all that, I walked away simply shocked. Today, I actually shopped for clothing in a regular store and didn’t even buy the biggest size available. With all my focus on food and numbers I kind of forgot that meant I was actually shrinking. I mean really, who loses clothing sizes eating poutine, deep dish pizza, potato skins, sliders, sloppy joes, blackberry tarts, lembas, etc? Heh, I guess hungry hobbits do. Go figure. Now to get over my fear of those clothing stores and their regular sized clothes. I’m not a clothes horse by any means. Most malls make me want to run away screaming within 30 minutes. This will be challenging but in a good way right? I so need a hobbit t-shirt.
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