Fight the Frump Friday...Rock Bottom

I was intending to write a Fight the Frump Friday post today. Cuz it's Friday and junk.

Buuuuuuut, it's almost 12:30 in the afternoon. I'm in my pajamas. Hair greasy and unbrushed. Ditto for the teeth (and let me tell you, greasy teeth are anything but unfrumpy). My socks have holes in them and my face could use some serious exfoliation.

I was sick yesterday, and my daughter came down with a fever last night. I slept pretty fitfully, with her cuddling up to me all night and whispering intermittently, "I love you, Mommy."

It was worth not sleeping.

Anyway, today I've been trying to find a decently priced hotel room in San Fransisco (for the Bossy visit, squee!) that isn't a flea-ridden hell-hole riddled with various drippings from prior visitors. Wish me luck!

So my point is...jut like sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind, sometimes you gotta revel in the worst grossness your body can create in order to realize just how bad you don't want to be a frump.

I'm hitting Frumpy Rock Bottom here, peeps.

(I must still be a bit sick...I said "squee" and I think I misspelled it!)

Sometimes it's a cliché for a reason (and a personal message to my mum)

When it comes to purchasing new clothes, we've all heard it before...buy the size you are, not the size you want to be.

Blech.

I didn't want to go down that route. I worried that if I caved and bought a size up, I'd just outgrow that and go up yet another size. But, last week I was desperate. I had a couple of events I had to go to and I just couldn't imagine squeezing into my (fat) jeans.

So, I did it. I went out and bought a pair of jeans one two sizes up.

WOW!

I'm wearing jeans that fit. There's no muffin top! They aren't stretched across my butt. They fall smoothly over my hips. I can sit down comfortably. There is loose fabric at the top of my thighs.

It's AWESOME!

Best of all, I look SO much better. I look far slimmer in this larger size. I never thought I'd hit the double digits, let alone admit it...but that's where I'm at right now. Looking at myself in the mirror, I feel better about myself in these jeans than I have in ages. The best news is, when I feel better about myself I am far more motivated to push the exercise and make healthier food choices.

I'm a believer...Fight the Frump! Don't look like a sausage in your too-small jeans. Buy the size that fits you now and look forward to growing out of them, rather than buying the size you want to be and hope they will fit you better later.

For more fun Friday Fight the Frump posts, head over to Fussy's place.





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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!!!

I love you and miss you and can't wait until you're out here next!!!
*mwah!*

Fight the frump, hit the sack

See that new avatar picture over there? You know what I hate about it? The circles under my eyes. Why do I have circles under my eyes?

Because I am tired all too often.

I wake up tired. I slop through my day tired. I look forward to going to bed ALL DAY! And yet...what happens when the kiddies are in bed and I could be crashing as well?

I watch TV.

I read a book.

I do some laundry.

I clean the kitchen.

I blog.

I read blogs.

Before I know it, it's waaaaaaaaaay past my bedtime and I slink to bed, knowing I'll be sorry in the morning. And I always am (although it is nice to wake up to a clean kitchen). So, in honor of fighting those frumpy bags under my eyes, I am going to practice what I preach and vow to get a good night's sleep for one solid week. I'm betting I'll feel so much better -and look better- that I'll sign on for more sleep.

Ooops...forgot to say...for more Fight the Frump tips, visit Fussy!