I bought a Reward Dress!!!
I have been pondering on an inexpensive way to encourage (bribe) myself to remain motivated. I am so indecisive that it was a miraculous feat in more ways than one.
It was $12 @ Walmart and I am positively in love. It was one of those times where I was running around doing a bazillion errands and as I walked by it time went in ...s...l...o...w... motion. I stopped mid stride and oogled it. Stroked it. Convinced myself that if I was to die today I would be in Heaven pining for the fun, simple, feminine, cheeriness of it.
Yes. Clearly I "had-to-have-it". My drool provided entertainment for a few unsuspecting people as I tossed it in the cart and headed to the checkout.
Who does that?
Who grabs a dress, confidently checks the size and just tosses it in the cart?
I hate shopping. It's usually a painstaking process. There is commitment when you purchase things for yourself as a wife and mommy to five on one income. There's guilt to battle, motivation to question and a myriad of other psychological battles to joust with and that's even before leaving the blasted house!
I am almost terrified to spend any money lately. I killed a car. I am off-season with my resort housekeeper job and was physically ailing (as of today I am well on the mend from surgery).
I didn't try it on. That is brave. I eyeballed it. I have not been able to look at something in decades and tell if it's close to my size or one of the kids. I always have to check tags. Thankfully the tag did say 'Medium' which is a standard 9/10 in Canadianese.
I am not wearing it until I get to 155lbs (and it is warmer than 20C). I felt fabulous at that weight. I feel great now. However, the fabulous I felt prior to the storms and the fall into comfort eating was more energy and vitality.
I am excited.
Did not happen. The youngest had me play her personal puke slave all night.
I love coffee, but, it's beating my water intake and my skin is parched.
portions. I am at the tippy-top, but, I am IN THE ZONE!!!
Nope. I could count the errand jogging. Know what? I will. That's a big honkin' store. It wasn't my fun fitness, but, I'll do some hooping while jumping on my bed after I get the kids in their own beds.
I put on earrings and even though I'm toning down my egyptian/retro 60's look; I remembered fragrance and mascara.
I tried to be invisible because I held onto shame and not His promises of restoration.
I've been asked to be a Youth Leader. I'm pretty sure it's because they have a dunk tank position they want to fill and hopes that I'll share my hula hoops, but, it's going to be awesome. Currently, every Friday evening I get to chillax with 8-18 y.o. The majority is in the tweens.