We didn't have choir today; there was a rather large wedding at church this evening and the stage drapes for it that were put up earlier blocked the choir risers, so we had the day off.
I thought about taking a photo of what I wore today, just because it was whatever I desired, but I didn't because I had to face the fact that all my clothes are basically too tight. I managed some camouflage, but I was rather uncomfortably confined..mostly because the shapewear that made wearing my too-snug pants possible rolled into a thick wad of elastic just above that pants waistband. It really didn't show, because of the loose top over it, but I'm still feeling the effects around my middle. Oy.
I have weighed (slightly) more than I do now, but I don't think I've ever been as squishy as I am now.
Now, there's no sense in whining about it. I need to either suck it up and do what I need to do to lose weight or suck it up and make some clothes that fit me now. Or both.
It's not my intention to be the wispy little thing I was when I got married; I'd settle for being the healthy, I feel-good, reasonably sized thing I was at age 35. Heck, at this point I'd be happy to be the size I was after my last kid was born and I thought I was pudgy. (age 37).
In all honesty, it's not just about fitting into my clothes. There are unpleasant things that start happening at a certain weight, and right now I am over that line. Even five pounds down makes a difference in how I feel. So.
But that will take some time. And meantime, I need clothes.
Methinks I need to pull out my stash and start Making A Plan...maybe two plans: one for sewing and one for eating and exercising...