YP at Adventures of a Born Again Gym Bunny posts on clothes and on being slender. A great quote: “Since I bought my suit I’ve realised that there are clothes that fit and clothes that make you feel fabulous. I only want to buy things from the second group…”
I’m in that stage where I feel that, at my weight, there are only clothes that fit, and none that make me feel (and especially look) fabulous. So clothes are no fun… just functional. Blah.
I’ve been trying to think of how to motivate myself and have been picturing a certain day — spring in New York — when I went to a benefit dinner with a friend of mine (a guy). I had gone out and bought a dress for the occasion. It was a basic “little black dress” with spaghetti straps and (I think I recall) a plunging neckline in the back. It was a size 10 (US, of course). I just wore the dress, some sort of panties, and strappy sandals. No bra, because my breasts weren’t overly huge at that weight, and there was the aforementioned plunging back neckline. I just recall the sheer sensation of how that dress felt upon my skin. I was covered, but I felt nearly naked. And I felt great. Oh, to feel so good about my body again.
I almost wrote “what I woudn’t give?” but, to be honest, I am totally living in a world where I have placed feeling that way at the bottom of my list of priorities. I’d rather get tons of things done, and cope with the stress of it all with a few brownies or something of the sort. That’s why I haven’t lost more weight. And that’s really got to change. I can’t keep putting myself last, or I’m going to be miserable. And I’d rather feel that spring-in-New-York, little-black-dress feeling instead.