Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Well, That Was Depressing

I decided to go to Old Navy and buy some shorts. I figured I would be a bigger size, seeing as how I just had a baby and all. I just wanted some in between shorts, so I have something that fits right now. I got there and my back was already a little testy. I looked around a bit, picked out a few things in my regular size (do you see where this is going?), and was depressed when they didn't fit. I put them back (trying to ignore the painful twinges in my back), and picked up a couple more pairs of shorts in a size I've never tried. Two or three sizes bigger than my usual. Wah! I could say I'm twice the woman I usually am, if I had a sense of humor about it. I didn't actually try them on, because I felt like if I kept standing, I might collapse. So, I'm home now, with no new shorts. I want some chocolate, but I'm already feeling fat. Did I say "Wah!" already?

11 comments:

frogonthefly said...

Well I can totally relate to that...minus the baby for the reason.

Mezzo Forte said...

oh girl - such a familar lament...I hear myself saying/feeling the same way! Shopping - UGH! I wish the lbs came off as quickly as they come on...but you're a little ol thang anyhow - you look great! Chin up!

Amy said...

It's very hard buying the next size up... and then the next one after that... I am sure you still look great though. You always, always, always do. And give yourself a break, Miranda is only about 6 weeks old right?

I have found that trying on clothes is very hard on my back if it's already hurting. The way to shop is to order a bunch of sizes online and then take the ones you don't want back to the store.

Nat said...

First off I don't even know what you are doing clothes shopping 6 weeks after having a baby. Second you KNOW that you drop the weight and then some. But it takes a little while. If you ned bigger shorts measure yourself and order online. Shopping with 2 kids is a nightmare why do that to yourself.
Oh wait, I know. Bring the kids over here to visist, leave with lala and go shop.

You also need to get a yoga tape and start building up your core strength so your back will stop hurting.

Pam said...

Nat,
No kidding on the yoga tape. I was actually thinking about that already.

And I did order a couple of pairs of shorts online. I wanted a couple of things that fit right now, because what I've got is loosey goosey and crappy looking.

Now I'm in the "I can't wait to get my package" afterglow.

Mezzo Forte said...

I'd love to try yoga...but if pilates is any indication of the amount of flatulence that will occur...I'm out! =0D Ahhh, a delightfully muscial side effect of chubby syndrome in motion!

Anonymous said...

Hello, YOU JUST HAD A BABY!! Do NOT give yourself grief over this, sweetcakes! It'll be gone soon, don't worry if you need something bigger in the meantime. Yoga is good, as is Pilates, but I have to say neither has ever made me gassy! -sherrie

Mezzo Forte said...

It's not the exercise itself that produces the "music" it just causes the "wind within" to come springing forth. Of course now, I sound like some old lady that just farts uncontrollably...ahhh, who cares...I probably AM an old lady who farts uncontrollably ;0D

Pam said...

Lesley, you're a trip. I'll have to remember to keep my distance if we ever exercise together!

Betharoopie said...

I agree with the yoga - there was a VHS set I bought ages ago called AM/PM yoga that had a 20-min morning and 20-min evening program. The morning was a perfect way to start the day and really helped my bad back. The evening one was tough, but it really got me limber. I need to find those on DVD, because I really liked them.

Much love and happiness, sweetie!

Anonymous said...

I tried a yoga class at LA fitness and I made sure to say away from the men in the class who were back in a corner. I figured if they were anything like exercising with "Pop", the area would be lousy with "barking spiders" as they are called in our family. I know for sure they seem to follow him everywhere. you're gonna be a skinny girl soon no matter what you do-don't fret. xo Lala