Intervention, for emotion and excitementSorry, that's been playing around in my head for the last day or so, even if the song is called Interjection. That's one of the many burdens of being a mom... you get the weirdest songs stuck in your head that are just impossible to dislodge. If you're very, very lucky, I won't start singing Lovely Bunch of Coconuts.
Generally set apart from a sentence
By an exclamation point
Or by a comma, when the feeling's not as strong.
This whole thing started with my friend Summer giving me what she called "unsolicited advice". We were talking about fashion (of which I know less than nothing) and how when I finally get down to a goal weight, I was going to drag her with me and help me put together a wardrobe. (As opposed to a bunch of t-shirts and blue jeans, and a few knit dresses, which is what I own now, and is about as fashionable as a trailer park... ) I don't really want to buy much in the way of new clothes right now. T-shirts will continue to fit me for quite a long time, even if they are 2 and 3xs. And one or two pairs of jeans or shorts... otherwise, why bother, since the plan is to lose another 80-90 pounds, and I'll just need more new clothes later.
She said to me "Well, if you don't mind some unsolicited advice..." (Why she thinks it's unasked for advice, I'll never know... didn't I just say I know NOTHING about fashion?) "I can see not replacing everything until you're down and stable, but always, always have a good couple of bras."
She can't see me, since we're talking over the gmail chat system, but I winced. "I have... erm... three bras. One's pretty good, one is bad, and one is horrible. Oh, and a sports bra that's pretty good."
"Girlfriend," she says, "You need an Intervention."
So, my intervention arrived yesterday in the mail... six brand new bras, ordered off of eBay. I got six bras (SIX! I don't think I've ever owned six bras in my LIFE, much less six bras that FIT) all in the correct size. With wide shoulder straps. No underwire. No fancy lace stuff (hate that 'scalloped edging'... makes my skin itch). And, even more surprising, in a variety of colors. White, Beige, Black for basic and then pink, pale blue, and deep crimson.
[For those of you here from Healthy You Challenge: I maintained this week, according to the scale. According to my measurements, I'm down 1/2 inch in waist, 1/4 inch in hips, 1/4 inch in thigh, and arms stayed the same. I've shaken up my workout routine, so I'm either building muscle, or (as Carol said it last week) my body is clinging to its fat because I'm in a bit of pain... In either case, I've lost ~7 pounds in the last 4 weeks, and I'm not unhappy about it. Thomas lost exactly 1 pound, so that gets him mostly back on track from his gain last week... Of course, not losing this week throws my stupid trending chart right out the window... biology makes no sense. Just so y'all know that. Still, I'm in a good mental place about my accomplishments, so I don't mind a maintain this week.]