I've been feeling like such a fat slob lately since the only pre-pregnancy clothes I can wear are elastic-waisted knit items. I've never been someone who felt comfortable leaving the house in workout clothes, or anything that resembled such (since--who are we kidding?--when's the last time I worked out?).
So even though I still have around 15 pounds to lose, and buying larger clothes is ultimately a waste of money, I went to Ann Taylor Loft yesterday, minus children.
I tried on many, MANY things before I found a pair of dark wash jeans and navy blue pants that fit me well. They were 2 sizes bigger than is normal for me and a bit pricey, but I bought them anyway.
I'm wearing the jeans today and feel...great! Not like a fat slob at all because only I know what size they are, and Husband has told me they're "hot." Good Husband.
I shouldn't be so shallow, I know. I shouldn't be obsessing over my post-pregnancy size and shape with so much else to think about--the possibility of a female or a black president! My beautiful new baby that I adore! The huge amount of packaging and paper we threw out after Christmas that's going straight into the landfill or into the overflowing recycling center's dumpsters!
But I care. And flattering clothes, big and expensive though they may be, make me feel good. So maybe now I can move on mentally, huh?