So yesterday I mention my need to clean our bedroom due to our treadmill purchase.
While cleaning out part of our bedroom to make room I reached an epiphany.
I have had two children. No amount of time on a treadmill is going to change that.
After Kaycie was born I held on to a lot of clothes thinking I might drop enough weight to get back into them. Little did I know I'd leave the hospital weighing 10lbs less than I did when I got pregnant. Since then I've put all of that plus another 20 back on. But see, there's more to the story than weight...
Regardless of how much I weigh I will never fit my rear end into a size 4 ever again. Ever. Largely because size 4 pants won't make it past my post-child hips. For that matter, I'd have a tight fit in a size 8. Furthermore, my boobs will never fit into a size small shirt ever again. Probably not a medium either. Bad thing? I'd say not. Just a fact of life.
Not saying I'm overweight, saying I'm shaped a bit differently than I was two children ago.
So I'm throwing out my entire winter wardrobe and starting over. Probably going to toss the majority of my summer wardrobe too, at least anything pre-Kaycie. Gateway Rescue Mission is about to looooove me. My clothes budget is not going to be so happy. But I don't need much, I just need a few things that actually fit. Unfortunately, I HATEHATEHATE clothes shopping.
Where's BFF Lauren when I need her???