Bloomers and birthday cakes

One of my dearest friends always used to tease me when I would lose weight on many of my yo-yo diets.  “Your bloomers look like a family has moved out of them” or “You have on your clown pants today”.  You see, when I lose weight my backside is one of the first things to go.  I noticed this morning that once again, I’m wearing my clown pants.  Oh no, that can only mean one thing, it is time to go clothes shopping. I am not a shopper.  In fact, I’d just about take a beating as to go shopping. 

You would think that now that I have lost weight and in a much smaller size than when I started this adventure I would be excited.  Wrong! I do however love shopping for running clothes, go figure.  I get a thrill out of being able to wear the cute running skirts and actually look nice in them.  Perhaps I can trick my brain into thinking I’m running skirt shopping while I’m trying to find pants that fit and don’t need 6 inches cut off of them.  Remember, I am Shorty McShort-Short. Haha!  Guess I need to put on my shopping armor and get to it before the general populace actually catches a glimpse of my drawers when my pants sag.

I’m also dreading this Friday because I know it is going to be stressful.  Friday is my grandmother’s birthday so the kiddos, my mother, stepfather and I are all loading up and taking off to Cleveland to visit.  Yes, I love my Memaw but I’m not blind to her difficult nature.  There, I said it, she is a difficult woman. Gosh, that really makes me sound terrible, doesn’t it?  I am already dreading hearing how I need to lose weight (even though my son has started telling me I’m thin enough), what I should/shouldn’t do regarding my children’s father, etc., etc., etc.  I have to find my happy spot or I’ll plunge headfirst into a food induced coma.  I suppose it doesn’t help that there will be birthday cake involved during the visit. Also figure in the pound I was up on my weigh in Monday that is starting to niggle at my brain and resolve. 

*DEEP BREATH*

I must stay focused.  If I dive headfirst into birthday cake oblivion my bloomers won’t be baggy for long.  Maybe I’ll promise myself this, no food therapy while in Cleveland.  Then when I get back home, I’ll be ready to reward myself.  My reward will be a size 10 pair of pants. 

Bloomers or birthday cake?  I think I’ll take bloomers for 72 lbs.

PS:  I might even splurge on another running skirt!