day 8

Day 8: Buy A Dress...It doesn’t matter if you’ve lost a few pounds in saltwater from crying this week or gained five thanks to your newfound Caramel Frappuccino habit. You’re hauling it to the nearest H&M or Express and buying the brightest frock you can find. Your new “look at me!” outfit is a not-so-subtle reminder to you and everyone walking down the street that you’re a chick that any dude would be lucky to lay his eyes on, let alone kiss.

Booya is out shopping right now...I told him to buy a new shirt, something other than a plaid Columbia (not that there is anything wrong with that, just sayin'). Not only does he NOT need a "look at me" DRESS (that would just be creepy) but he has a date tomorrow and I think you should always wear something new on a first date...in other people's worlds that would probably get very expensive, sadly, in mine, not so much...hmmm. Ok, so he is out shopping now and I plan on going out shopping tonight, after work. I intend to buy the brightest, most flattering, and lovely dress I can find...may even grab a new pair of shoes...and the fact that I shouldn't be spending money on new clothes matters not. I figure a new dress, pair of shoes, and glass of wine (because I will be stopping for one on my way home) will still be cheaper than a therapy session, and will do just as much good, if not more.

After the initial split I lost a bunch of weight, then I started gaining, lately I have been packin' it on...now I am officially in the surplus. I can still "fit" into most of my clothes, but they are no longer flattering and I am dangerously close to busting seams. With my rounder parts spilling out of most of what I own, I think a new dress, that fits comfortably and contains all of me, is definitely in order. I haven't felt much like a "chick any dude would be lucky to lay his eyes on, let alone kiss" lately and would like to have that feeling again.