This entry marks both my 200th post in "A Dumbbell In A Home Gym" and the second anniversary of the blog itself.
I'm not a size 2 yet, but my weight doesn't start with a 2 anymore, so I'd say it's a fair trade.
So I bought that size 6 sundress thinking that it would be the perfect item to wear on a summer day when the heat and humidity were so thick that you could scrape them off your skin with a butter knife.
(But let's be honest -- even if the thing had been made out of hay, barbed wire, and bubble gum, I'd still have bought it for the size tag alone.)
Well, this weekend brought on two of those summer days; high heat, high humidity. I took the dress out of the closet with some trepidation, wondering if it would be one of those infuriating outfits that looked okay in the store but like hell at home. Or if it just plain wouldn't fit at all. Maybe the extreme cold that day (hard to believe now!) had addled my brain cells, and I'd hallucinated the whole thing.
But no; it looked fine. My husband seemed to like it a lot, which is funny; when I showed it to him originally he said "That's a ... *different* look for you," which I figured was his polite way of saying "Ew." Maybe he just meant "It isn't black? You bought a dress with colors? Whoa."
I'd forgotten how cleavagey it is, though, if I'd ever noticed to begin with.
But I wore it around all weekend. The tag didn't magically change sizes; the dress was about as comfortable as I'd hoped, and if it weren't for that cleavage business I'd probably have worn it to work today. It's that hot out.
I also spent the weekend perusing the Shape Ultimate Body Book. I know that hardcore weight and fitness junkies tend to wrinkle their muscular noses at anything involving Shape, but the book has a lot of good pointers for assessing your goals and getting yourself back on track if you've been in a slump. Whatever helps at this point, right?