I'm not that excited about summer


So here in Ireland we are getting our own mini heat wave. Most people would call it summer but those of us that know better are trying to soak up all the sun before it goes away. Yesterday leaving work I realised it was still a glorious day out and resolved to change into summery clothes at home and then Get out and actually enjoy some of it. Only one small problem there. When I delved into my wardrobe, in search of summer clothes I realised I didn't actually have any and ended Up
Outside in jeans wishing I'd had the foresight to buy at least one pair of shorts.

Now in previous years I'd have dug out last years summer clothes And maybe bought a few things to top it up if the good weather lasted. But here's the thing. ( and I know this is unlikely to garner me much sympathy) in the last year I've lost a bit more weight. I would say I've gone down a whole dress size. Now last summer I had shorts so baggy on me that they barely stayed up and skirts that hung unflatteringly from my hips because they were leftover from my fatter days. So you can only imagine how 
Ridiculous they would look now. I
Decided quite impulsively to bin the lot because I reasoned I wasn't putting that weight back on. I wasn't going to Allow myself to. The problem is that I haven't really been replacing the clothes I've dumped. I think part of the reason is I don't feel like I'm done yet so why spend all that money for clothes that will
Only fit me a few months but another pretty big part is that I actually don't have the money to begin with. 

Yep I know I'm permanently broke and constantly bemoaning it. I know it could be worse but it's hard to feel all that optimistic when you can't even afford what penney's have to offer. At least I no longer have my old summer clothes so I know I won't resort to trying to put the weight back on just to wear them. At least this year when I do manage to get my hands on a nice pair of shorts I won't be working the muffin top look. Nothing says sexy like fat over spill. In a way it's kind of funny that I'd end up losing weight but wanting to cover more. I don't 
Know if that's because I've grown up or just part of what I like to refer to as the 'Arron' ( super jealous ex) effect. I don't know if you can walk away from something like that without taking a little of that on board. And that's why I'm not so excited about summer 

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