Every summer, I go to get a new swimsuit. In the last 30 years, I can recall only a handful where I felt good at the image staring back at me.
Today was one of those days. Not that I was shopping for a swimsuit, but I was shopping for pants and cute tops.
Clearly, with the weight I gained this year, I no longer fit into the “cute top” category. In fact, I sat in the dressing room and cried. Not giant heaping sobs, just a little silent crying.
Friday was my yearly birthday shopping trip to Talbots. My favorite store. Jack always comes and helps me select some things, his gift to me for my birthday.
I did not show him the things that did not fit, and I almost left the place with two small things, when I spotted a cardigan sweater and two blouson type tops that will hide a multitude of sins until I get control of myself.
There is nothing that will slap you silly quite like a failed trip clothing shopping. I hate mirrors!
I did get two things that fit perfectly. Two pins A Poinsettia and a golden Christmas Tree.
The new WW Program comes out this week. Guess who will be paying close attention?