Okay, I’m kidding. A little. I’m a bit weird tonight. Had a day of mild depression and it’s bumming me out. I went shopping, though, and really enjoyed myself.
I should tell you that I’m five feet six inches tall, and last year, when I wrote this post about my Brazilian bikini experience, I wrote that I was a little chubby. I was somewhere around 150lbs then, which qualifies as chubby in my book.
So the clothes I wore were “mom jeans” and extra large t-shirts because I thought I was frumpy and for some reason thought frumpy clothes were what I needed to wear.
So, I’ve lost about 15 lbs, and am looking kinda hot, if I do say so myself. I got a hair cut [which did wonders for my look, as my last six hair cuts were done by me… I know, I know] Bought a straightening iron because even though my hair is already straight, it’s frizzy [I don’t know how, it just is].
So anyway, when I realized that I’d lost a bit of weight, I decided to look around at the girls here in good ole St. Joe to see what they wear, and what they look like. I realized that I’m actually thinner than a lot of girls who wear tight clothes and look good.
So I went shopping [note: this is the fourth paragraph I’ve started with the word “So” Un-fucking-believable]. So anyway [Bwahahahahahaa] I got some jeans that are actually in style and a couple of snug-er shirts. And it was good.
Today, I went and bought two pairs of shorts and a couple of tank tops [yikes!] and a couple of t-shirts. I tried ’em on for Steve and he approves.
Technically speaking, I should have been in a good mood, but I’m feeling sad. Dammit.
I think it’s probably hormones, though.
I went over to Doug’s place and joined in the live blogging and that cheered me up a bit [thanks guys]. And now Steve’s home, and so it goes, right?