Tuesday, 14 July 2009

Today I shall mostly be talking pants

I felt sick last night until about 8 o'clock when I got back from spinning. Driving home from work in the car, I was actually going hot and cold, and wondering if I'd got blinking swine flu.

Still, I made it to spin, sweated out about 2l of water, and then went home and collapsed. Not literally, just in as much as I had a complete energy melt-down.

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to eat, or still felt off, and if I wanted hot or cold, or sweet or savoury, so in the end I stopped over-analysing and just finished off the soup - figured I could use the vegetables.

So after a horrible day's eating yesterday, I'm back on track and feeling a bit more human. Luckily, yesterday's bad decisions were just about covered by my daily points plus exercise, but it left me feeling so gross, that I'm grateful to be planning and eating fresh food and fruit today.

For my next trick - I'm going to talk underwear. Why is it, that when you get smaller you think about buying smaller sizes in everything except your undies?? They are totally the one section of my wardrobe, that I have thus far paid no attention to, accept to intermittently acknowledge that my bras are fitting more comfortably.

I think it's because everything in there is stretch fabrics and close-fitting, so it takes a much longer time for it to become obvious that things are getting to big. However, I spent a large chunk of Sunday trying to figure out why my clothes were doing odd things and my knickers were continually shifting to undesirable destinations, and finally sussed that the problem was simple - they've got too big. Or I've got too small. Whatever. Take it from me - close (oh alright - snug) fitting skinny jeans and knickers that are too big do not a good combination make.

So that's another pile of expense that I'm looking at. And extra upsetting because pretty much all of my underwear is in nicely matched sets (sorry if this all too much information but I'm feeling the need to unburden myself of my latest gripe), and I clearly can't afford to go buying all new sets of matching undies every time stuff gets too big. Not that I actually ever manage to co-ordinate myself into wearing said matching articles at the same time, but it's nice to no I could if I wanted too. Kind of like socks. Suppose I should be grateful that they're not getting too big too.

Harumph.

4 comments:

Jack Sh*t, Gettin' Fit said...

Truthfully, I was expecting a post about underwear to be more exciting. :(

starfish264 said...

Want, want, want!!!

Well, what did you want me to write about and I shall try and oblige!

I don't know - it's a blog about fat, and losing it - it's not actually meant to be interesting or fun lol.

Linz M said...

I know where you are coming from with the underwear thing - I am currently the proud owner of lots of baggy g-strings, I can assure you thats not a look that works!!

My current idea on matching is if they are the same colour - then that will just have to do for now!

joianni said...

Haha, this made me chuckle. You are so right about the underwear. It's hard to lok sexy in the bedroom with saggy bum knickers!