and I mean that in a good way. Please lord, be with me over the next 72 hours.
I fly out at 11:30 p.m. tomorrow (Tuesday), arrive at 7:30 a.m. Wednesday, head to the hotel to sleep, then wake up, get ready and walk to the office. The big meeting starts at 12 noon , ends with dinner that night, where everyone gets HAMMERED and I feel uncomfortable the whole time, and then 8-12 Thursday, and my flight takes off at 2:30 that afternoon.
Warning: the next paragraph gets a little tedious. Bear with me.
The wardrobe situation was ok, then not so ok, then it recovered to pretty good. The skirt, very similar to this one except it has the flounce only in the back, has been taken out, and is wearable, though it rides up when I walk. Yikes. Looks like I'll try not to walk around that day. Gulp. I was really torn over what to do with the pants; I have a pair of 12s that are falling off me and I can't quite get into my nicey nicey pants. I figured I would go to TJ Maxx since -- HOT TIP! -- they always have black or gray pants from the Limited or Express for $15. I picked out a pair, tried them on, thought they were good enough, then found a gray pair in the same cut (The Cassidy fit), and bought those instead. Of course OF COURSE they don't fit when I get them home. MF.
(BTW, I got a cute pair of high wedge shoes with bows on the top of the toe). I didn't have any black professional shoes either -- my feet changed when I had the baby)
So off to Target I go, for a pair of black pants. But voila, instead I found this! How cute, right? Put a suit jacket over it, and insta-professional. Wear it with my hair up, change earrings and remove jacket for dinner. Ta-da!! For Thursday, I'm going to wear the riding up skirt, same jacket, and this top (hello $12.99). It hits lower on the hip, so I can cover up the fact I can't zip my skirt all the way. The color on that link is all wrong; the actual color is more of a kelly.
So yeah, that brings me to the point of this post: friends, I am here to tell you that those Levi's, the ones that I have in a size 6, are GROSSLY vanity sized. My size in pants at Target/TJ Maxx tonight: 10. TEN. I got pretty discouraged. Honestly, I felt like gorging myself on chocolate covered pretzels. What is with that, btw? I suspect it's a cognitive dissonance thing: I feel fat, so I will choose to act like I am fat. But Pete reminded me that the weight has basically fallen off me in the past 2 mos, and I'm making an insane amount of progress. I realized he was right. No pretzels were had. Tomorrow's my weigh in day; I didn't have the best week, but I'm vowing to do GREAT this week, and work to get into my lying size 6s. Smaller is smaller, no matter how you slice it.