My first thought when I woke up this morning was dressing up as a kid.
I didn’t have a grandma who had a chest of old clothes we could rummage in, but I distinctly remember a mustard yellow lacy crocheted blouse and a long black skirt that I absolutely lived in! Then of course there were the shoes, and somehow I never got to wear the rainbow sparkly heels or the black stilettos, just some clumpy pair of grotty sandals which certainly didn’t go with my outfit. In those days, kids could buy plastic high heels with rubber straps. Heaven only knows the damage they did to our growing feet.
Fast forward to today and I don’t own a frock at all. I have a wrap around skirt that will probably go round me twice now, and a couple of other skirts I kept in case I went back to work. Blouses have never really been my thing, as I prefer tee shirt type tops.
Basically, if I want to wear anything posh, that would be my jeans, but even they are hanging on me as there is a good two inches spare in the waist band.
All excellent results from the weight programme of course, but as the pounds come off, eventually I will have to consider the contents of my wardrobe.
Well, our wardrobe actually, as we only have the one on the boat, and as Hubby and I wear the same joggers and tee shirts, well, you can see where I’m coming from.
He’s promised to kit me out with new gear when I hit my target, although I haven’t actually set that yet, but will be soon.
What is delaying me is having read the booklets given to me by the Breast Care Clinic, there is a high chance of weight gain with some of the treatments I may be having shortly.
I’ve already read that I have to increase my calcium and vitamin D intake, and as dairy products and sunshine are limited at the moment, I am open to suggestions!
The thing with dressing up as a kid is that you don’t mind if things don’t match, are too long, too baggy, or simply ‘not you’. It was fun and part of growing up.
As an adult, I like to be presentable, but in respect of ‘dressing up’ for a special occasion, I am seriously close to failing. I don’t mind if my day-to-day clothes are mismatched, too long/short or too baggy as they’re practical, comfy, and more importantly warm.
On the other hand however, we both have a pair of joggers that have shrunk to such an extent that we start singing ‘Star Trekking across the Universe’ walking up the pontoon because like Captain Kirk, they are above our ankles.
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So much going on to buy new duds. I did gain 12 lbs. while on my estrogen blocker. It came off after I went off of them and I never put the weight back on so I’m pretty sure it was the meds. Everyone is different though. Drugs today are different too so I’m hoping that won’t happen to you. My bra size did change….unfortunately they don’t match either.
I believe I’m likely to be on the oestrogen blocker for five years, so in a way the more weight I lose now the better I suppose provided I don’t feel ill. All being well I shall still be walking as much every day, though expect the fatigue they warn you about, which regular exercise can help with. Not looking forward to the hot flushes again though. Hubby doesn’t mind going to bed with a permanent hot water bottle, but I think even he might draw the line at a furnace between the sheets!
The furnace is one thing. Waking up in a pool of sweat is another. Good luck!
Thanks, I may well need it!
I guess I am a social outcast re dress! Since retiring (I no longer have obligations to support my employer’s business image)… I dress purely for personal comfort! If anybody comments negatively, I just tell them it is up to them to adjust, and not for me to change, as my happiness is more important to me than their approval. Works for me!!!
And why not! Our logic is our clothes are clean, perhaps a little crumpled (like us) but they suit our way of life.
Good for you! 🙂