Saturday, June 20, 2009
OK, the scales aren't moving just now -- only tantalizing me by wavering a pound or two lower, pausing provokingly, and then settling back on the 158.5. (This is, of course, a more reassuring portent of better things to come than the reverse -- i.e. hovering higher with the old 6 in the middle: so I'm not complaining).
And while I'm waiting, what could be more fun on a rainy Saturday than shopping in my closet, trying on clothes I haven't been able to wear for awhile, deciding whether I can wear them now -- or maybe in 3.5 pounds when I reach goal weight -- or maybe not until I take it down a bit lower than that even.
Things that I can wear immediately: a sleek black suit (jacket, skirt, pants, not at the same time however) - all size 8. A scalloped-hem black skirt. A Mexx black skirt (seems to be a theme developing here). A bright red cotton shawl collar blouse. A blue linen skirt suit. Some Hawaiin print capris --for the golf course. And a pair of pale green golf pants. Pretty soon: a sweetheart neckline cream suit with pearl buttons. A blue gingham summer shirt. And a bright flowered cotton summer dress, very fitted through the bodice with a full skirt, deep side pockets. All of this determined in the context of thinking about which scarf, shoes, bag etc. I'd put with each of the outfits . . .
Two nice things about shopping in my closet: first of all, absolutely free, and even better than free because -- I already paid for this stuff. And second: when I paid for it, I'd chosen it because I liked it. Still do!
All of this if of course totally frivolous and girly stuff. And it's ridiculous how much fun it is!