A Few Favorites

I've spent the past two hours listening to Imelda May Radio on Pandora, looking at rockabilly dresses on eBay. I'm not buying, just looking. To the extent I have a preferred style, it is wild-print cropped pants with solid color tops and either flats or sandals, and dresses in a dark color with bright floral prints. I haven't worn many clothes like that lately because of the weight I'd gained, but now that I'm slimming down I can at least consider wearing them again. (There is a store called Torrid that sells some retro-style dresses, but I think I've lost enough weight that even their smallest size wouldn't fit.) Since September, I've dropped eighteen pounds. I look at myself and just think, I can't believe I was even bigger than I am now! I can tell a difference in my clothes, though, so I know I've made progress.

Clearing out my closets has freed up a lot of space for new items, which I'm on the fence about buying. Of course it would be nice to have some clothes I really loved. On the other hand, I don't want to spend a lot of money on them if I'm going to keep losing weight (and I think I am). I've gotten into a pretty good groove with my nutrition and movement, so I'll keep it up as long as it's working. When it stops, I'll try something else.

There are, no doubt, many more productive uses of my time today, but -- like yesterday -- I just don't feel like doing much. This is my eldest son's birthday -- a joyous occasion to be sure -- but also the second anniversary of my mother's death. My middle son invited me to a movie tonight, but I asked if we could go on Sunday instead. I talked with my "birthday boy", who is thirty-five today, this morning and wished him a good day. I feel like being by myself and engaging in some pleasant distractions. And now I'm off to make a big salad.