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Yoga Pants Are Professional, Right?

April 9, 2012

I wish I had a job where I could wear yoga pants all day. Mind you, I’m not interested in being a yoga instructor. I just want to wear yoga pants every day.

The Gos feels me.

Especially as I’ve been losing weight and trying to piece together outfits without having to spend a lot of money, the urge to wear all things comfy and yoga has been strong. I promised myself that the big shopping spree will happen when I hit my goal and/or I hit one year since I decided to make a major lifestyle change.

Between grad school and part-time jobs or jobs where I could work from home, I haven’t had to wear professional clothes five days a week in almost three years. And even then, I could often get away with a more casual look. And not only were those pre-Casual-Monday-through-Friday days long ago enough that my old clothes are pretty beat up or shabby looking, but they were from 30 pounds ago. Nothing makes you feel amazeballs like frumpy, shabby clothes.

With the phone call that I’ve been offered a new job that requires a sharper look, I finally gave myself permission (sorry, first forthcoming pay check, looks like you’ve been spent!) to buy new clothes. So, not quite at my goal yet, but…I can’t go to work naked. It’s not that kind of office.

My previous experiences with suits weren’t very good. Imagine trying to shove yourself into clothes that were too big in some areas and too tight in others…yeah, it wasn’t pretty.

It's cute to wear ill-fitting clothes when you're 8, not so much when you're 30. And with boobs. And hips.

Because I’m an idiot a bad blogger, I didn’t get a picture of me in my new wardrobe (will do, will do!), but I have to say, unexpected bonus of weight loss #46859281: I felt confident and like my clothes fit the way they should. I actually found myself lamenting that I wouldn’t need to wear a suit/jacket every day…although that may be more because that’s pretty mindless when it comes to choosing an outfit. I like not having to think too much. Especially if that thinking comes pre-coffee.

Anyway, I felt really great, and I credit the weight loss. And the ability to buy suits in separate pieces. I think I’m pretty proportionate, but my jackets and skirts/pants are definitely not the same size…enough so that I wear a petite jacket! Petite! Me! I am not a petite person, but it works. I had these hazy visions of totally remaking my style (whatever that means), but necessity and a time crunch has me just picking up basic, classic pieces for now. I guess the remake is that I’m not constantly furrowing my brow or looking incredibly socially awkward because I feel like a chump.

I also decided to get rid of what was turning into hippie-in-the-wild hair (I miss it…a little), and get a more professional cut. Bonus for a cut that looks good straight, too…although let’s be quite honest: I am too lazy to straighten my hair.

And I almost lost my shit on a dude at one of those kiosks in the mall where they try to sell you hair straighteners. Normally I just blow it off, but when a blind to all that is good in the world guy selling straighteners told me that I “could look so pretty if [I] let [him] straighten [my] hair,” well…it was almost too much. Could look so pretty? Sucka, please. I do look so pretty. I love having curly hair.

But I digress. Onto a more professional look. And not rotating between one pair of ill-fitting cotton slacks and one pair of jeans with a jean I keep trying to re-attach. Yikes. New job…new me…but no yoga pants at work. Sad. panda.

I kind of miss the unkempt look. Kind of.

Oh. Oh, no. I'm lying to you. Kempt is a better look.

This will not happen again. And by that I mean, the hair. The beers will happen again.

Long story short: I’m happy I lost weight and feel better in my own skin…and the clothes that must cover said skin. I’m not happy that those clothes have to have shoes, though. Barefoot would be amazing.

I’m also really lazy: Exhibit A – I’d like to wear yoga pants all day; Exhibit B – if I can’t wear yoga pants all day, I’d rather wear a suit all day so I don’t have to think about what other clothes serve as the female equivalent to shirt and tie; Exhibit C – fancy pants straight hair is way too fancy to actually take the time to do. Even though it’s probably not.

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I Broke the Scale

March 30, 2012

I knew it might happen. It’s a worry every person who’d like to shed some pounds has: am I going to break the scale?

 

Well.

 

I did.

 

So many little pieces...it's like someone threw a glitter party in my bathroom!

I’d blame it on the ‘roid rage, but Wednesday was my last day on prednisone.

And then I’d blame it on karma telling me that I should only weigh myself once a week and not be obsessed with the scale…but I wasn’t even trying to weigh myself! I was just moving it so that I could clean my bathroom. I picked it up, and only an inch or two off of the tile, it slipped and shattered into a sparkly mess.

Now I can say I broke the scale. Like, actually broke the damn thing.