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Today was my first day at work after being off 4 wks from surgery/recovery. Everyone gave me such compliments, telling me that I looked good and I look healthy, etc, etc.
This morning I went to put on a pair of pants for work. (I have been in tshirts and sweats for the past 4 wks)...the pants fell off of me. Not even a belt would have helped because they looked like parachute pants. So I managed to find something and rolled up the waist line and hide it with a long blouse.
Here is my rant- I went to Ross to try to find some pants or dresses. First I didn't find pants that were good for work. Then I hit the dresses. I could not figure out what size I was. I assume I was 22w. With a close to 40lb weight loss, you would think I would have dropped a few sizes. But noooooooooooooooo, only one. I tried on a dress in 20w, 18w, heck I even went for the 1x instead of 2x. The only one that fit was 20w.
So only one dress size down.
As I was trying the dresses, I looked at myself in the mirror. I almost broke in tears. I still see lumps and I still see my humongous thighs.
I was so unhappy. I just ended up getting that one dress and drove home in a pout. I hope that this is not it. I hope that it continues to go down, because I would really like to get the heck out of the plus size racks.
Feeling like a failure ........this was my bipolar rant. It was a good and bad day.