I’m not too much into clothes . . give me a comfortable pair of jeans and a T-shirt and I’m really happy. It wasn’t always this way though. There was a time when I lived to shop for clothes and shoes.
In a month or so, I’m taking a road trip to Louisiana. Any time I have an upcoming trip to Louisiana, I start calculating how much weight I can lose before I get there. It always starts out the same . . 6 weeks til I go; they say you can safely lose 2 pounds per week; surely I can lose 4 so that’s 24 pounds before I go. Then I don’t start losing 4 pounds a week and all of a sudden, I need to lose 24 pounds (really a whole lot more!) in one week so I never seem to lose weight.
I have this dress hanging in a basement closet.
I wish bugs would eat it! I wish they would eat the buttons and the zipper and . .
most of all, I wish they’d eat that darned 3/4 size tag! Why do I torture myself by keeping this dress? Maybe because I bought it for an office party 15 years ago and oh, what an office party that was! 🙂 Anyway, I’m not sure I ever wore that dress more than once and we all know I’m never going to wear it again.
This week I had to go to Wal-Mart. I seriously had been thinking about that trip to Louisiana that’s coming up and I’d love to lose those 24 (plus) pounds before I go. The problem is . . I forget to think about losing weight til I’ve already eaten or had one too many Dr. Peppers. Anyway . . I’m at Wal-Mart and this little kid . . like 3 or 4 years old, comes running up to me, pointing and saying COW! COW! I’m thinking . . Hey Kid! I have a size 3/4 dress hanging in my closet! Don’t call me a cow! His mom just kinda smiled and I’m thinking . . well, dang it, lady . . you couldn’t get in that size 3/4 dress either, so why are you smiling?
Then I remembered I was wearing this shirt!
And then . . I really didn’t mean to be out in public in this shirt . . but then I remembered that when I walked in Wal-Mart, the greeter had said “I like your cow!” I thought . . You funny lady! I have chickens .. I don’t have cows! Thankfully, I didn’t say anything.
I shall not wear the cow t-shirt in public and I shall lose 24 pounds before going to Louisiana but if I haven’t lost 24 pounds when it’s time to go, I’m still going and . . if the cow shirt is the only thing I have clean, I will wear it in public! 🙂