March 12, 2007
The Closet of Surprises
The person responsible for creating Saturday and Sunday is my hero. The idiot who decided to bump up the daylight savings time change can suck it. Oh my gosh! I just wrote the words “suck it” on my blog. Queenie, you’re becoming a bad influence on me! If I vote Democrat this year, I’m blaming you. ;) I hate losing an hour of sleep because of a time change. Every minute helps. But I am enjoying the extra light and the weather this weekend was beautiful and warm. I made it my duty to spend an hour outside with Dawson each day this weekend.
I had a great week and a fun weekend. I successfully accomplished the difficult task of getting my ass to the gym five days last week. I’m very impressed with myself. Friday night I worked with a personal trainer and learned to work muscles I didn’t know I had. The energy I’ve had the last few days is fantastic. I managed to clean out my closet on Saturday and I tossed all my “fat clothes” and several old purses. I have a purse addiction. I’m actually on the 12-step plan. I’m not kidding! Don’t believe me? Ask my husband. Actually, the twelve steps aren’t working because I bought a new purse on Sunday to replace the four I gave away to Goodwill.
When cleaning out my closet, I found clothes I haven’t worn since before I had Dawson. There were outfits that matched, ensembles I like to call them; Doug refers to my clothes as “the shit in our closet you don’t wear”. And believe it or not, these outfits did not have toddler stains on them (you know the kind where your kids wipes his nose on your shirt or pants).
I took everything out of the closet and for a few hours it looked like a tornado hit our bedroom. Things were laying on the bed and the floor and pretty much everywhere.
I found my many pair of Tommy jeans, all in sizes 10 through 14, my 3 demin bolero jackets, a white poplin shirt (size medium!) with the tag still on and many adorable pairs of plaid capris (or my “ugly ass golf pants” per Doug — and I don’t even golf).
I started to match up the ensembles and reminiscing the days when I wore these things. I cried most of the time because as I tried to squeeze myself into a favorite pair of jeans, balancing on one foot, little Dawson came into the room and said, “Mumma, pants no fit! Take off!” Even my child knows my ass is huge. I looked at Dawson, pointed to my stomach and said, “You see this? A certain child I know lived here!”
My loving husband thoroughly enjoyed my closet cleaning antics, because I’d come running out of the bedroom with a certain outfit, all distraught that it doesn’t fit. He’d say, “I remember when you wore that, you looked hot.” To which I’d start to cry and yell back, “What are you trying to saaaaaay?” You know, in that long, drawn-out, whiny tone. “You sayin’ I’m no longer hot?” He’d then try to cover is tracks by telling me, “Don’t worry, you’re going to the gym, you’ll fit into that shit soon.” Which would infuriate me because “the shit” is adorable stuff! The man has no respect for style.
I may have to start taking photos of myself in these clothes once they fit, just to show you what a stylish gal I was. Back in the day. Pre-baby. Sigh.
I’m not going to stress out over this. If anything, this is motivation to work harder at getting to my goal weight. Of 98 pounds. I think I’m aiming for the Lindsay Lohan look.
Haha! I’m just kidding…
I’m really trying to look like Paris Hilton. You know, because all the teeny, tiny girls in the world are so “it.” That’s hot.
(In case you can’t read my sarcasm, I’m really not trying to look anorexic.)
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March 12th, 2007 at 9:17 am, Leslie Says:
All my skinny clothes are gone. I got rid of them all thinking, “I’ll reward myself with new clothes when I lose weight.” In reality, I ended up making room for the bigger clothes I now wear! I’ve gotta get back on my diet.
March 12th, 2007 at 11:04 am, Janet a.k.a Wonder Mom Says:
I am so thrown off by this daylight savings time I want to spit.
I am going shopping this week with my birthday money…Wish me luck and skinny jeans.
March 12th, 2007 at 7:47 pm, Christina Says:
I have a dark corner of my closet full of clothes I haven’t worn since before Cordy was conceived. They don’t fit, and may never fit again. I’d get rid of them, but I keep hoping that someday, hopefully when they’re back in fashion, I might fit in them again and look hip in my retro fashion.
March 13th, 2007 at 6:49 am, Dana Says:
Leslie, I should get rid of these, I really should — but I keep thinking of all the money I spent on them and they’re barely worn. Sad, aren’t I? I have to laugh at my way of thinking.
Janet!! Take me with you. I love shopping. Hehehe. I actually bought a new pair of jeans this last weekend. I had Dawson with me, so I didn’t try them on in the store, but I got home and by golly they fit!
Christina, Exactly! That’s sometimes how I feel, too! I was amazed and saddened by all the clothes I found. It makes me want to work out twice as hard, but yet if I did that I’d burn out. I can only hope someday….
March 13th, 2007 at 9:53 am, Cheryl Says:
Great motivation. I’m just hoping I’ll be able to fit into my maternity clothes again since I hadn’t gotten rid of all my Ben baby weight before I went and got knocked up again. — I’m with you on the purses. I bought another one this last weekend. Hey. It was only $5.60 from Kohls. It doesn’t count.