I'm still mad at myself, but I did get out and go for a wonderful swim at the gym (and I'm hoping that I'll be let in at the next set of bellydance classes, because I think it would be good for me to try it). Afterwards I skipped out on my boring chores (laying on a 2nd coat of spring green paint in my guest bathroom, grocery shopping, a Target run for sundries) and decided I would use the Layne Bryant coupon I got in the mail and get some new undies (mine are sad and baggy in the butt, so it's well-past time).
Wow. I bought some nice new undies (5 for $26), and a few new bras (buy one, get one 50% off). That was all I was going to get, I swear. But then I saw it, taunting me from the "new arrival" rack. Floating delicately. A gorgeous dress. That I had no reason to try on or buy. So, of course, I did. I got a size 24 since that was the size of the pair of jeans that fit last.
And the dress looked horrible. I couldn't figure out why it looked so bad...it had a lot of promise on the rack. Great great tweed-looking fabric, with just enough texture to make it OK for fall and just enough shine to make it appropriate for now. Sort of a shirt dress, with a little tie belt, and a fuller (but not too full) skirt that hits me right at the skinny part of my legs (always a good thing). Basically, the perfect dress for my body type. Somehow, it was all wrong when I actually put it on.
Cue salesperson. "That looks a little big on you, would you like to try another size?"
Big? On me? "Uh, sure. But this one is a 24, which is the size of the jeans I got here last month."
Salesperson, "Uh huh. It's too big. Let me get you a 20." Which is code for, "I'm going to guess your size and get whatever I think you should have that will give me a good commission." Little did she know I was packing a righteous coupon.
So she did, and I tried it on, and it actually fit. The last time I fit into a size 20 was in college, when I was about 35 lbs lighter than I am now! I look smashing, if I do say so myself. I would have kissed the salesperson if I wasn't worried that she might call in security. I'm so used to clothes that don't fit right that it didn't even occur to me to try another size.
So, in case you lost count, today's score is:
Fear, Ego, and Self-Pity: 1 for the self-defeating thoughts that kept me from my belly-dancing class, 1 penalty for going off-sides of a new experience, for a total of 1 point and a foul.
Bariatric Babe: 1 for going to the gym even after I was fouled on by my own negativity, and 1 for fitting into a new size, for a total of 2 points.
And the Babe wins today's game by a dress size!
All things considered, not such a bad day after all.