Do you know what is beautiful? Pregnant women. That glow, that lovely belly indicating life within. Do you know what is not beautiful. A women a few weeks after giving birth. Those blood shot eyes, the lifeless hair, the body that resembles a lumpy burlap sack. Seeing that in the mirror...not so hot.
While my mom was here she announced that she was tired of seeing me wear nothing but my pajamas and she was taking me shopping. She was buying me some pants. Apparently my excuse that nothing fit was not an excuse for never getting dressed. After a few hours of panic attacks and a bit of crying, we left the store with a black top, yoga pants and a purse. Then she took me to PF Changs to cheer me up. Thanks for understanding Mom. :)
I still have 15 lbs of baby weight to lose, which doesn't sound too bad, but when you calculate that into the new size you have to purchase, tears tend to erupt. It came to a head yesterday. There was nothing in my closet that I could wear and still be comfortable in this southern heat and humidly. I pumped a bottle of breast milk for Collin and hit the mall. Why I first started out trying on my old size is beyond me. I hyperventilated a bit in the dressing room and then went out to find my real size. The girl in the room next to me was complaining that the size 3 she was trying on was just too baggy. I almost dumped my bottled water over the divider.
I made it home with three pairs of new capris and pair of dressy "date" slacks. I am not going to be losing this baby weight this summer, so I prepared for the long haul. As a bit of retail therapy, I bought myself this lovely little turquoise number. Much to my delight, it made my bloodshot eyes look extra green.