Monday night, I tried on my two sweater dresses that I haven’t worn in several years. I need to wear control top pantyhose with these dresses, not for my tummy, but for my rear end, which is square-shaped and looks wrong under such a garment without support.
The problem in the past has been that, even though I’d lost weight, there was enough flab on my tummy that the pantyhose pushed a spare tire up to the top. And then there were the fat rolls on my back. So, while I looked great in many other items of clothing, those dresses were not going to work.
But Monday night, they did. They looked amazing. So I wore one to work yesterday. And I wore makeup and earrings. The dress is winter white, with a wide, oversized neckline that folds over and comes to just above my knees. I wore maroon boots that reach about half-way up my calves.
Apparently, I looked nice.
I rarely see anyone at work. I stay in my office by myself most of the time, but I do leave to get water, use the bathroom, whatever. So, I tend to dress for comfort over style and not really care very much.
Three of my coworkers stopped me in the bathroom yesterday to tell me how great I looked. One told me I need to wear things like that more often. One said, and I quote, “Are you wearing makeup?”
Now, I’ve gained 10 pounds back of the 36 I lost. But I’ve been exercising the entire time and while eating too much food, I’m at least eating healthy food. I guess it’s paying off.
I’m following Weight Watchers again. And I’m going hard core again. I can reach my goal in three to four months if I stick with it, and I’ll feel like a whole new person. I guess I better also start paying more attention to what I wear and maybe get out of bed five minutes earlier to put on some makeup.