Its amazing what a trip to the store can do to ones self esteem. In my case, the actual shopping experience itself was both positive and negative. I didn't feel strapped in the wallet, so I felt I could splurge a little, which makes the trip mucho fun. Also, I was shopping with my step mother, who is also TONS of fun. I found some really cute stuff....again...fun. However, then you head to the dressing room. And you think, okay, I'm down 10.5 pounds, that must be AT LEAST one size. So you try on the pants and they don't fit :-( What the heck---that hurts. It made me mad, so NO pants for me*. However, the shirt, I did go down in a size, another GREAT part of my shopping trip. So I stocked up on new shirts. The effects of shopping do not end there. You then have to show everyone who enters your house all of your new shirts. Then you have to find them the special home in the closet, where they get to be placed BETTER then the old clothes--poor old clothes, your demoted. Then comes the time to wear them, and you feel like a million bucks. But what happens when noone NOTICES? Downer. But then alas, someone does notice, and you again smile. Oh the stress of the shopping experience.
*The good news, thier pants must have been sized differently because I came home and tried on some old "pre preggo and then some" pants and they FIT. Wooot!
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