So this week I spent a full day cleaning out and rearranging our laundry room and under the stairs. It is a tiny bit less embarrassing now. I think the guys at the D.I. thought my van was related to a clown car. I can hardly believe how much I was able to squeeze in there. I hate taking two trips- so I made one work.
The point of this post is how funny it is that I have looked so "bad" most of my life. I have been looking at a ton of old pictures and wondering "what was I thinking" about many of them. Why didn't anyone tell me. Looking at all these old pictures is embarrassing. Why hasn't anyone turned me in to What Not To Wear? Really. I won't feel bad. Just do it already. Seriously. I have seen pictures. I have mirrors in my house. There is much proof of my frumpy, not cute, icky looks. You are probably just being nice and don't want me to cry when Stacy and Clinton tell me my wardrobe is horrible.
I guess, in the real world, I have to learn in baby steps. One cute piece of clothing at a time. Too bad I can't just get a whole new wardrobe all at once. I do think I am getting better. I honestly am trying not to look too frumpy-mom lately. I have been trying to find classic looks that I can wear for years that look cute on my figure. It is going to take a long time to fix my fashion issues.
Authors note: This is not a pity party. I don't need everyone to tell me how awesome I am. I already know that. Not that I have anything against pity parties. If you have one I will glady attend.
At least I am making a tiny bit of progress on my weight loss goal. It has been 2 months and I have lost 7 1/2 lbs- I know, not much, but better than none. At least losing it slow and steady I am less likely to gain it back. I definitely could do better, but I love junk food. How are you all doing on your goals? (I had to admit to my meager weight loss. As Jodi told me, public humiliation works well. I need to stay motivated.)