The stark, raving lunatic, FAT truth...

So, we live in an old house.. Build in 1913... Closets were an afterthought in the whole upstairs.. My hubby and I were looking at our closet and I realized there's a free closet in our office... So, after putting some decorations and sheets in our small storage area I began moving my clothes into MY very own closet!!!! This also meant that the clothes that were being smuuuuushed into the back of "our" closet were coming out. In the back were casual corner, chicos, cache and many other nicer store dresses.. Barely touched. After having nothing nice to wear this weekend to a fire department ball it was just depressing... I can't imagine how much I spent on these dresses, even with being spend conscious. I had no children and a full time job...

The non use of these clothes isn't the whole problem... None of them fit. Some didn't even fit over my hips or my shoulders.. I am wearing $20 jeans from target over and over again. Not that I'd be wearing those dresses to my job working with children at a preschool but if something nice comes up I squeeze myself into the same pants suit every occasion..

It gets worse... The pictures... People take our pictures at these functions and tag us in them which you get to see your fat self in.. What an uplifting process.. All I want to do is eat.. Yup.. That's right, eating makes me fat and feel like shit so all I want to do is what makes me feel like shit...

Sigh... Thanks for letting me vent..

Sick... Again..

Into running again and I'm sick for the 2nd time in 3 weeks.. I don't feel like I've even recovered from the first bout of whatever this upper respiratory crap is.. :( so, I trudge along doing some Pilates and stretching and ill pick up the running once I'm up to it... Sigh.. If its not one thing...