Well, ok then

Saturday night, I was destined for a lovely date with my father to the Oregon Ballet Theatre’s performance of Mendelsson’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Saturday evening, I was gradually getting ready.

I curled my limp hair.

I put makeup on my blotchy face.

I attempted to style my limp, semi-curly hair. 5 times.

Bobby pins and hairspray rendered it somewhat acceptable, but in no way “DAMN GIRL” like I wanted.

I put on a cute 50’s style dress we found this winter.

I zipped it up. I had Matt zip it up. 5 full minutes, grunting and sweating later….it was zipped…and I was gasping for breath.

We acknowledged that little adventure was fun, and undid all that hard work with one unzip.

I didn’t have a backup outfit….so threw together some pants and a silk top.

Neither fit me well, but the top drapes enough to hide the muffin top from the uncomfortably too small pants.

What I would like to know is…WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?

Basically none of my clothes fit all of a sudden. And so…I am now on a mission. I happen to like the clothes I have, and I am NOT happy to be growing….and so action is about to be taken.

• Food – healthy and small portions. Lots of veggies and fruits, and color
• Activity – going to the gym daily, even if I have to pay to take M with me for an hour or two.
• Goal – be happy in my clothes again, and be happy with what I see in the mirror.

also? Hair – listen up…you better shape up. You used to be amazing and pretty much always did what I wanted…I don’t know why you’ve given up on life, but I haven’t given up on you, and I WILL kick your arse into gear. Get with the program.