I took my neck scar shopping this weekend.
Almost all of my work clothes come from The Limited. All of my suits, dress pants, and blazers are from there. Last week, The Limited sent me 3 different e-mails with information about sales and coupons. One of the coupons was for 50% off up to 3 regular prices items. That was enough to entice me to drive an hour to the mall.
So off to the mall I went Saturday morning. I was really in the market for some ankle length work pants. I must have tried on at least 5 different pairs of pants and only 1 didn't make me look like a fat cow. One pair fit great and looked really good on, so I tried on another pair in a different color. They didn't fit at all!! The sales associate told me it was probably because the pair I had tried on first was probably stretched out from having so many other people try them on. Thanks and gross.
My only option for getting more pants was to buy a bigger size, which meant I would have to get a size I had never worn before. The larget size of clothes I have ever had to buy.
Not happening. My pity party was about to start in the dressing room.
Really, I need to cut myself some slack. I wasn't super happy with my lower-half before I found out about my nodules. When you are trying to get pregnant, you aren't supposed to exercise a ton or restrict your calories so I hadn't been able to lose weight last year. And then after I was diagnosed with thyroid cancer, I really didn't exercise any more. I was busy, ya know, healing. And even with losing the gland that controls your metabolism, I only gained about 3 pounds. Not too shabby.
However, I also need to get my big butt back into the gym. Sure there is a good reason for why I have gained weight. But that is over know. As far as I know, I am done with thyroid cancer treatment and am just in the monitoring phase (for hopefully forever). It's time to put on my big girl (pun intended) pants and trim the fat. Plus I need to be as healthy as possible, not only to help keep cancer from coming back but also for fertility treatments. And if (God forbid) I were to get cancer again, being as healthy as possible can only help.
Stupid pants. I should have known better than to try on pants. It never ends well.