So yesterday, we all seem to want to talk about cheating! No, not on our SO’s but on our healthier moves and eating habits. And I would like to take this discussion up a notch.
Cheating. It rings up thoughts of ice cream and pie and chocolate and those foods we love but shouldn’t have. For me? Pasta, potatoes, breads! Coca Cola! Those things that kill a diabetic. And I love them. Almost as much as I love Richard.
Cheating would including fantasizing about Hiddles, Ben or any of the Chris’s…
But I digress.
I think cheating is important. Not a lot of it. We mostly consider that one evening of the sky’s the limit in food, our favorite no-no food after a positive week of healthier habits. You don’t want to go too far off the wagon…
The bit of favorite but forbidden comfort food, goes a long way. But I suggest we take it a step FURTHER!
Yes, ladies, (and gentleman) we should pamper ourselves. We work, take care of family, friends. We have blogs, have creative outlets, fanfiction, photography, artwork, plushies.
My RA Plushie has been known to pilfer through my panty drawer. Yes, he is a perverted panty pilferer. And proud of it.
Pampering is something you can do anytime, anywhere and not worry about calories, food points or carbs.
Anyone who knows me, know I have been pampering myself with new clothes. It’s sinful really, what all I’ve bought in the last 2 years. There is replenishing the wardrobe and then there is out and out clothes-gluttony. I have decided that I’m paying down the credit card for the next 2 months – maybe buy a new Easter Outfit – or not.
What it has done – besides waste my bank account- is make me feel better about me. Why wait until I’m 2 sizes smaller to buy something new? There is no guarantee one will be ALIVE in 2 dress sizes down! Really! My former principal lost over 100 pounds in a little over a year or so. She and her husband (who is also an educator) were supposedly retiring at the end of this school year. She passed away VERY suddenly and unexpectedly, in November, so she was buried in one of those new suits. So I think there is nothing wrong in feeling good in what you’re wearing now! Don’t wait.
I was also tired of wearing the same style/color bra. Only one place retails a bra I could afford and after 8 years of the same Bali Bra, I was ready for a change.
EITHER way. If you didn’t see my earlier post from yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I am 12 pounds lighter than I was at the end of november. This made me think hard last night. IN my current mind’s eye, I’ve lost and found the same pounds over and over and over for some time. I walked my ass off this summer… well not really, because I still sit on a lot of ass – but I weighed the exact same the day before school started this past August as I weighed the last day of school this past May. Eight weeks! I should have at LEAST lost a pound! It was depressing. I was reminded things rearrange, that muscle weighs more than fat.
But still, after happiness last night, I lay in bed with Old Faithful, my old old old handheld Kindle that I still put books on and I’m thinking… how much did I weigh when I moved down here in July of 2015?
And the answer was – 37 pounds more.
For the most part, I didn’t realize it. It didn’t dawn on me. Granted, I’ve been buy up clothes, and I have a penchant for these long drapey things that cover up a multitude of sins.
That top – which I love – is a size 26. I wear a 22 now. It’s falling off my shoulders. I could go smaller (I have one that is a 20) except my girls refuse to give up the fight for their cup size. My jeans – which I’ve bought down a size for – are loose in the back, above the hip. That’s how I know I’ve lose weight – that dip or indention in my lower back is back. I have a small waistline indention. I got up this morning and compared pictures.
I think it shows in my face the most.
So after looking at all of this and digesting it, I decided today, I’m going to pamper myself.
No, I’m not buying more clothes or pants or shoes. I’m not. Last Christmas, I was really sick. I had been sick since Thanksgiving. I was taking meds that caused my blood sugar to sky rocket and caused other, disgusting rude problems. My sister – who is my best friend – knows how to make a girl feel better. I was too sick to get my hair cut and it needed it. So instead for Christmas, she bought me girly stuff.
Face masks. Lip bubbly. That’s what it’s called. Lip bubbly.
She bought me 7 or 8. Most of them told me I am…
But this morning I found one that said otherwise…
It says ‘nice’. Trust me.
And I pampered myself. My son thinks I’m insane.
Funny, how 20 minutes of ugly makes you feel SOOOOOO pretty.
What do YOU do to pamper yourself?
He knows you’re working it!