I made a deal with myself ... no new clothes until I lose a decent amount of weight. This makes my teeny closet, my budget, and the hubs very happy. But, it makes me so very sad because I AM SICK OF MY WARDROBE. I pulled out my meager spring/summer collection and while most of it fits (not really a victory since I was still recovering from CHILDBIRTH this time last year), it's outdated and boring. While I'm not wearing mom jeans or drowning myself in oversized sweatshirts, I think my current attire might cause Stacy and Clinton to consider me for their show. PLEASE?
Maybe I'm being melodramatic.
I just feel like the frump queen.
I've gotta change my perspective and FAST because this poundage isn't falling off like it's supposed to. Ya know, eat well one day, be five pounds lighter the next? Yeah, that doesn't happen like it does when I daydream.
So, I have to figure out a way to make this fun ... like a challenge or game of sorts. To get me through until I can rationalize a trip to the thrift store (or the clearance racks) where I can get some fun and funky new-to-me pieces to hold me over until the next size. I can accessorize the heck out of what I'm wearing to make it look less blah. I can put on eyeliner more often. I can do new things to my hair (like what?). I'm grasping here.
Do you know how I feel? What do you do to shake things up with your wardrobe? Help.
P.S. While this is much more light-hearted than my normal Pour Your Heart Out posts, it still is really tough for me. I'm feeling ick and "meh" right now. Linking up with Shell ...