Clothes

There's no avoiding it any longer: I need clothes. I have three decent shirts and one pair of pants that I wear constantly, plus a lot of raggedy old t-shirts that I'm too embarrassed to leave the house in. Now that I have decent car, I want to go out more with the kids.(Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we FINALLY bought the Volvo. Now I get to drive the station wagon.) So I really need something to wear.

I hate hate hate buying clothes. It's always been a not very fun activity. I've never been happy with my body, but if I could go back in time I would slap the pre-kid me upside the head and tell me to be happy with what I got. True, I used to have to carefully choose pants that didn't make my big rear look even bigger, but it wasn't that bad. Now though, it's impossible to find anything flattering. Yeah, I watch What Not to Wear all the time. I truly believe in the power of structured jackets. However, when it's 90 degrees and I'm chasing kids around the park or Walmart, I'm pretty sure that a stuctured jacket will make me look like even more of a fat dork.

Sleeveless is out - there is no way I want to subject anyone to my bare upper arms. I love big T's but feel kind of sloppy in them. So I buy cute shirts with shape, forgetting that I have no waistline any longer. The whole middle section is a big misshapen blob.

I keep shopping at Target, because I can't learn my lesson. I had to return a load of stuff last week, but today I went back for more. This time nothing has to go back, but it sucks when an XL is not XL at all.

It did motivate me to do like 200 crunches of various methods while the kids were taking their baths, though!