Monday, April 25, 2011
I've been feeling good today because, for the first time in what seems like forever, I'm under 190 pounds (admittedly, only .2 under, but under is under). So today I followed up on that good feeling and allowed myself a new t-shirt, size XLat Costco. (Size XL t-shirts were covered in a previous blog.)
It was just a TAD deflating when the girl managing the baskets told me she wouldn't wear my size unless she was pregnant! When I said oh really, she followed with how she got up to 165 pounds, and how horrible it was. She still didn't get the hint when I responded with a very dry "how disgusting," and kept going on about it. She ended with the information about how hard she had worked to get back to the shape she was in now, indicating her waist line and hips.
I finished my stay at the checkout counter telling myself she was likely a meth addict, else why was she talking so much, and look at her complexion! But I knew even then I was just fighting my buzzkill.
I could be mad, but really, it was just so thoughtless, I could see the humor in it on the drive home. Still, I'm happy to see that new weight, and to fit into the new pants I've been holding on to for six months now.