So hardcore bummer, but I'm fighting off some kind of weird throat/respiratory thing. It started hitting me Tuesday evening, and yesterday I felt like dog crap all day. I feel slightly better today, but still off. I did manage to do all of my challenge exercises yesterday, but it was very difficult. Mostly the burpees and the Stomach Formula stuff since I was having trouble catching my breath. I decided to take a break from walking and work on a goal that I've had for the house, which is to start cleaning out my closet/dressers and really assessing what my clothes situation is and ruthlessly donating what I don't use. By ruthlessly donating, I just mean being realistic about what I'm not going to wear and getting it out of my closet!
The sad fact of the matter is that I literally have no clothes, or I guess I should say I don't have any nice clothes. I have plenty of t-shirts, but no blouses or tops. I don't own a single sweater and my hoodies have holes in them. My fat clothes are starting to look unflattering because they are too big, and even my bras are getting too big. The things I have that work are literally getting holes in them from me overwearing them. I don't have any "skinny" pants or shirts. I hesitate to buy clothes because I don't want to spend a ton of money on things I'm going to not fit in as I continue to lose weight, but at the same time I need to have at least a couple of nicer outfits to wear to events this month like my birthday, Eric's company party, Christmas Eve, the Nutcracker, etc. It's gotten to the point that I feel deflated when I get dressed for things like that because I look like a little street urchin from a Dickens novel. Eric assured me that I could wear jeans and a t-shirt to his company party, but the Southern woman in me whirled around and was like um, no. You dress up for parties. My grandmother would haul butt from Heaven just to hiss "Mary, don't be tacky!" if I showed up to a Christmas party in jeans! If I told my mom she would murmur, "Mary, that just isn't done." I didn't get rid of all my Southernness when I moved up to the Pac Northwest people! ;)
Today I worked on my dresser and cleaning out my t-shirts. I have so many t-shirts with emotional ties to them, so this is always the hardest for me. I know that sounds silly, but I have so many band shirts, including a Pearl Jam shirt that my grandmother gave me when I was in 10th grade that still fits! At the same time there are a lot of shirts I don't wear that are taking up room, so I've just got to clean house. Once I make a Goodwill run, then I need to bite the bullet and go shopping. I am cheaper than all get out when it comes to clothes and hate shopping, so I'm not really jazzed about it. Part of it is just my personality, I am not very girly and I don't like fussing around with my appearance a lot. But the other part is that for the last 15 years I haven't really had a body that I felt was worth dolling up, in fact trying to wear pretty things almost makes me feel worse than jeans and a t-shirt. It's just tough when you see pretty clothes you really like, but know that the dress/blouse etc is never going to fit your boobs, or your back fat is going to show, or your spare tire is going to be exposed. Just some realness there about why I don't shop really.
I did pretty good on my dresser purge, except for when Molly decided my pile of "keeper" shirts that needed to be folded made a super awesome bed. She thinks that just about anything we do is for her comfort.
So I had to bribe her by swapping my clothes for my pillow so that she could lay on that. Spoiled turd.
30 Day Challenges (20 burpees, 40 second wall sit, 30 second plank)
Stomach Formula Day 4
Breakfast: Breakfast burrito (eggs + guac)
Lunch: Dr. Kracker flatbread, Laughing Cow cheese, hummus
Snack: Navel orange, colby cheese snack stick
Dinner: Turkey Sub
We actually just had this on our playlist at Thanksgiving because it's such a great song, you just can't stop yourself from dancing when you hear it. We'll probably have it on our playlist for when we decorate our tree this weekend, because it's tradition. God bless the 80's.