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.
Pants and I are always in a fight. I'm too tall for most pairs, and if I go up a size, they fall off of me. My only option is those expensive fancy pants that I can't afford. So I wear skirts.
ReplyDeleteI went to banana republic to buy more work pants and they didn't fit at all. They were too tight and were tapered in the leg so my hips look huge. Obviously it's not me, it's them. They must have changed their templates. I bet this happened to you too! :)
ReplyDeleteI hate, HATE pant shopping/jean shopping/trying anything on my lower half that has the opportunity to make my ass look bigger. I feel ya sister. And an hour to the closest mall? Puleaze... just stick to online shopping - I'm convinced store mirrors add 10lbs. tricky bastards.
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I don't get along with pants. I stick to stretchy pants. You will soon discover this for yourself.
ReplyDeletePants are the worst thing in the world to shop for. I try to stick to dresses and skirts when I can.
ReplyDeleteUGH. Trying on pants = straight shot to a tub of ice cream. why? comfort must be had after! it's the worst, absolute worst.
ReplyDeletethe sales associate comment to you made me L.O.L. ;)
I HATE clothes shopping. I never used to, but since I have started filling my body up with chemicals and it has morphed into something unrecognisable, buying clothes, especially pants, has become a Dreaded Activity. :/
ReplyDeleteI totally get your last paragraph too. Although I'm still *in* treatment, and therefore can't realistically expect to lose any weight at the moment, I feel the same way about wanting to get rid of it as soon as I can, not only for cosmetic reasons, but because, in the scary (and hopefully unlikely) event of me going out of remission again, I need/want to be healthy to deal with Round 2 of it. :S
Yuck. I know the feeling. It's such a stress. I've been working out, and have hit that lovely plateau.
ReplyDeleteI just found your blog and am glad to hear you're doing much better now. I'd say you definitely had a good excuse!
hugs,
April <3