Nothing Fits
Last night, our dear friends The Chrisa texted to see whether we might in fact be as hungry as they were; and we in fact were. So we all agreed to go out for dinner to a local watering hole. The Pacific NW isn't a place to live if you like to go out to see other people dressed nicely. Because most people don't even try.
I have come to accept this. I am a native to Portland. One might think that I would feel similarly. Yet I am constantly affronted in public (Especially while eating) with what most people in the outlying regions of Portland deem to be acceptable dining attire.
Which brings me back to last night. There I was-excited to go out and enjoy a meal with my husband and our besties, trying to find something that was smart enough to seem intentional and definitely clean (See? I'm not asking too much of others...). It was an impossible task. And I ended up wearing something of K's because I could not fit into anything else. He and I are pretty close in size. But I try to avoid raiding his wardrobe so that he may be able to rely on it.
I'm faced with a choice of sizing everything up and letting go of my smaller past, or reigning it in and trying to get back down to a reasonable size. So that is indeed what I am committing to do. I'm drinking A LOT less from now on, ordering the salad a lot more often (I won't starve, I have to remember that), and getting outside and more active.
I always want to lose weight at this time of the year in anticipation of beach trips and so on. but I also have an additional inspiration to feel better- the baby. I don't want to feel old whilst trying to care for a newborn. I'll already feel old enough!
All of this doesn't mean I won't indulge. It just means I am going to stop indulging because it is Tuesday.
I have come to accept this. I am a native to Portland. One might think that I would feel similarly. Yet I am constantly affronted in public (Especially while eating) with what most people in the outlying regions of Portland deem to be acceptable dining attire.
Which brings me back to last night. There I was-excited to go out and enjoy a meal with my husband and our besties, trying to find something that was smart enough to seem intentional and definitely clean (See? I'm not asking too much of others...). It was an impossible task. And I ended up wearing something of K's because I could not fit into anything else. He and I are pretty close in size. But I try to avoid raiding his wardrobe so that he may be able to rely on it.
I'm faced with a choice of sizing everything up and letting go of my smaller past, or reigning it in and trying to get back down to a reasonable size. So that is indeed what I am committing to do. I'm drinking A LOT less from now on, ordering the salad a lot more often (I won't starve, I have to remember that), and getting outside and more active.
I always want to lose weight at this time of the year in anticipation of beach trips and so on. but I also have an additional inspiration to feel better- the baby. I don't want to feel old whilst trying to care for a newborn. I'll already feel old enough!
All of this doesn't mean I won't indulge. It just means I am going to stop indulging because it is Tuesday.
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