Grumpiness set in today when I went to try on clothes. I realized quite recently that I only have enough casual weekend type clothes for two days. I am about to embark on a much longer getaway and I am wondering what the hell I am going to wear. I would be all good if instead of standing on line for rides at Disney or looking at animals in San Diego I was attending meetings or sitting in my cubicle. What does that really say about me, that I can only be casual for two days of the week? Not much.
I go to the Rack today to see if I can find something, a cute dress, a casual skirt, a pair of shorts, something. Unfortunately in the bright glare of those dressing room lights the reality of the weight I have gained sank in. It was not pretty. It was depressing. I ended up buying one pair of shorts and two bottles of shampoo (they were not dependent on size.)
When I watched the news tonight, it was mostly focused on the tornadoes in Missouri. I found myself crying in front of the TV while these people, whose entire neighborhood had been leveled, searched for parts of their lives, lost items and even more disturbing, missing loved ones. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I am going to get my flabby ass in gear tonight and pop in that P90X DVD of plyometrics (otherwise known as jump training) and be happy that I still have clothes that don’t fit quite right.