Its been a funny old morning. All that talk of poo yesterday came back to bite me in the middle of the night…mind you, it was my own fault. Let’s just say that eating two-day-old chilli on a bed of sprouts has a cleansing effect all of its own, and leave it at that. All I wanted to do was save points on the rice, who knew!
Anyway, given that I woke up feeling hollow this morning I thought I’d have a quick rematch with the bitch in the bathroom, and she appears to be going all out to make amends for our cross words at the weekend. According to the number she spat out this morning I’ve lost 4lbs since Sunday.
Given that I’ve had no organs removed between then and now, and I’m probably a bit dehydrated I’m taking it with a pinch of salt, but in any event it’s put a spring in my step this morning. And hot on the heels of that, I cracked my second smile of the day when I went to get dressed.
I couldn’t understand why my favourite work shirt looked odd. I mean it’s my old faithful you know? Having a fat day..? Not to worry, put on the pretty blue top with the daisies, it hides a multitude of sins. Well, ish, you know. Looking in the mirror I twisted this way and that before it dawned on me that it was just too big.
Now, I don’t know which is the most satisfying…being able to get into something which hasn’t fitted before, or realising that something I’ve worn all the time has to be put out to grass because now there’s not enough body to fill it. I think that one. Yes definitely the second one.
So, I’m thinking that this weekend, it’s maybe time to have a bit of a clear out. I talked in the early days of my blog about my wardrobe situation being ridiculous, due to my reluctance to confirm the permanent status of any fat clothes by actually hanging them up. Most of the clothes in there haven’t fitted me for donkeys’ years, and now feels like the right time to have a complete reshuffle.
I’m thinking perhaps a fits me now section, and a will fit me soon section. Much more user friendly than the current fuck off and don’t be ridiculous section which runs pretty much from all the way left to all the way right. I’m going to be ruthless with both my fat clothes and my skinny clothes. I need some rules!
Most important, I have to like it, right? I don’t know about you but certainly where fat clothes are concerned I’ve often bought something because it fit me, not because it was something I really wanted to wear. Let’s be honest, most fat girl clothes are awful. I think because the range of options of where to shop is more limited, the folk who design them probably get a bit cocky and think they don’t need to try so hard you know? Captive audience and all that.
At the other end of the spectrum, when I resided briefly in Skinny Town I went mad, buying anything and everything just because I could. It didn’t really matter whether the style or the cut suited me, it said size 12 and it fastened so I was having it.
And something else I need to consider, is that I’m almost ten years older than I was last time I sashayed around being skinny. God forbid someone would look at me in skinny clothes and mutter mutton dressed as lamb under their breath if my skirt was a bit too short. The shame of it!
Anyway that’s a problem I look forward to dealing with down the line, but it’s a while off yet. First things first…out with the stuff that’s too big, and please God let there be a decent sized pile of that. In with the stuff that fits, and will soon fit, and a quick look through the skinny stuff to weed out the eyebrow-raisers. That’s before I’ve even started on the bags and bags of stuff I have in storage, but to be fair it’s not really a chore is it?
I worked hard for moments like this. It’s exciting! ?
