I could have procrastinated three more days (well, two and a half), but I actually took the initiative and went shopping for something to wear to the Saturday evening wedding that we're attending this weekend. Somehow my cute little turquoise Betsey Johnson didn't seem like it was going to cut it.... So, in a mild panic and with dread in my heart, I headed to the Village to see what I could find.
I have this knack for turning invisible in nice shops, and true to form, the ladies at JoAnn's never even got as much as a "Hi, how are you" out of their mouths in the two full tours around the floor that I took. Nothing looked appealing anyhow, so I went next door to White House/Black Market (on the advice of cousin Kirsten--thank you!) and not only were they friendly, it turns out they have great stuff and reasonable prices.
But the really exciting part was my own personal What Not to Wear moment, when I stepped out of the dressing room in a pair of dress pants, only to have the two clerks who were helping me both descend and tell me the pants were waaaay too big ("you're swimming in them!") and so I went back in and tried the next size down and glory hallelujah, I'm back in the single digits. Yes indeed, ladies and gentlemen, all those workouts, 7 point lunches and diet cokes have been worth it. I'm a size 8 again. I mean, it's one thing to think that your jeans are getting looser, but having your butt (or lack thereof) validated in the marketplace, as it were, turns out to be quite an ego boost.
So of course I bought a killer pair of shoes to go with my new outfit :-)
Yeeeeaaaaa for single digits! I am so proud of your discipline in the midst of such temptation (MO's fine cooking). I might get there too if I got off my rear (of course that's the point, isn't it...)