I finally broke down yesterday and bought a bathing suit. I was hoping against hope that by some MIRACLE I would be able to wear one of the million I already own, but no dice. I couldn’t fit Sadie’s meal tickets into anything I already had.
I went to Target, and bought
This should have meant that I took off the suit and put my clothes back on to go get a new suit. If you’re shopping for clothes somewhere you can also buy an ICEE or a foot-long-hot-dog, you need to realize that NO ONE is going to come knock softly on your door to see if you need another size. I’m lazy though, so I put on the swimsuit cover-up I was trying on and walked to get another size, dressed for the pool.
I’m NOT going to tell you what size I got, though I will say it had a “W” behind the numberS. (Plural. As in there was more than one.) Not that I care. There will be plenty of time to lose weight after I finish breastfeeding and my body stops fighting with me to hold on to these last 20 pounds.
I called my sister while I was checking out and she texted back, “I’m in Weight Watcher’s can’t talk, call u later :)” I texted her back, “How many points are a Butterfinger and a Coke cuz that’s what I’m eating RIGHT now?”
Well Lonnie, our yard man, told me last week that I was “picking up some weight”. I don’t care either. My body is actually telling me to eat dozens of cookies for breakfast since I am still nursing. So I am about to order a tankini. Big whoop.
Don’t you know the “W” stands for Wonderful!
“Meat Tickets” Seriously Robin, your descriptions have me laughing so hard! Every single time!
I know – I read this post a few days ago when you posted it, but now I’m commenting, because a year ago, I was in the same store trying on bathing suits with both the kids, looking foolish, trying to fit into some skinny mini suit, and seriously looking like oh, it really doesn’t fit! But instead of being wise and buying the one with a W behind it, I bought something that I could not quite fit into but wanted to, thinking oh, maybe this will motivate me to lose those extra pounds. ha ha! THAT never happened! And I never wore that suit either. I did eventually lose the baby weight, but who knows, I’ll probably have another kid and gain it all back.