Is it ‘giving up’ to wear cargo pants every day? How about if they’re dirty? Each morning, I sift through the pile of clothes on the bathroom floor and think: hmmmm, the black, the navy, or the green? Then I dig around in my drawers for a T-shirt to go with them. Preferably one that skims the gut rather than clings to it. And, finally, should it to be the black Havianas or the brown ones? Decisions, decisions … Occasionally, I open the wardrobe and stare at all the nice stuff hanging there. I struggle to recall the person who once wore them. She’s a stranger from another life. A skinnier stranger. I’ve even lost the urge to shop for clothes – well, except cargo pants. I mean, why bother? Where am I going to wear them? The supermarket? School pick-up? It’d be like wearing your best suit to work and everyone guessing you’ve got a job interview – the other mums would think I was having an affair. I still get the occasional fashion fixation. There’s this long, orange skirt in Country Road with pom-poms that I’ve been eyeing off since early December. But what would I do with a long, orange skirt with pom-poms? Feed the chooks in it?
DIET LOG: 1 calamari ring, 2 very small chips with tartare sauce from the Sprogs’ fish & chips dinner at the beach (I had grilled fish and salad, sigh). But I did resist the sticky date pudding with caramel sauce I made for lunch. Husband reckons it’s the best pudding I’ve ever made – not that I’ve made very many. Let me know if you fancy the recipe.
WHAT THE SCALES SAID: 68.8kg.
TONIGHT’S MENU: Out for Thai with some of the school mums. Ooooh, now that’s where I could wear a long, orange Country Road skirt with pom-poms! If it wasn’t $149.95.
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