Everyone has style, right? At least at some point in their lives. I am wondering where and when mine disappeared? I was stylish, at least a little before my pregnancy. I was really stylish during my pregnancy and then........NOTHING!
I have little time for myself. I take little time for myself. I really dislike that! I hate being FAT! Yes, I actually just typed that! I am overweight and was doing something about it. I have gained back some of the 10 pounds that I lost in the last month. I cook, I eat, I love food! I could make excuses, but really there are none.
Motivation, I have motivators a thousand of them to be exact. My parents offered me a $1000 shopping spree to lose 35 pounds (that would be a healthy, realistic weight for me). I had open heart surgery and was given a new life. I have a wonderful husband and two adoring children that deserve a better me! I deserve a better me! I am so ashamed.
I went to my closet to get dressed for my hair appointment and just almost let the tears go. I like to feel pretty, who doesn't? How can i, when my clothes are too small and what fits is worn out. We have extra money in our budget for clothes but where do I start? When do I start?
I will have 40 or more relatives at my house on Saturday for my Mom's 65th surprise birthday party. Some I have not seen in years. They remember me as the 135 pound, 5'10", classy girl that won pageant after pageant. Land sakes!
I am having my hair highlighted this afternoon. That usually helps. I hate my glasses, I mean I hate wearing my glasses. I want to wear my contacts again, I want eye surgery, but my eyes are not healthy enough for either. I need new glasses. I want someone to tell me you need this, let's try these.
I need bras and panties to come to think of it. I actually ordered both and neither fit, correctly.
My buck teeth (temporary crowns on my front two teeth are not helping. They are soooooooo sooooooo UGLY! My permnament ones will be placed in Thursday! Praise the Lord!
I really don't know where I am going with this. I do know I am going to make an appointment to get fitted for a good, really good bra. I know I will have a new outfit for this weekend. I will have blonde roots once again and painted, manicured fingernails and neatly pedicured toenails.
I will put on a smile and make everyone feel welcomed, show off my babies, hug on my Mom and sing to her and pretend all is well in my world.
Monday I am going start whipping my own butt into shape (excuse my language) and start finding myself (and my style) again!
Sorry for venting. I just needed a rant. Thank you for listening.