I didn’t weigh myself this morning. I had a typically generous Thanksgiving Day dinner with several types of pie and probably a gallon of white wine. I could have made healthier choices, but I’m not going to beat myself up about.
I wrote about some the food over at Oyster Evangelist, but here I wanted to talk about Thanksgiving 2009 versus Thanksgiving 2008 in terms of my body image/headspace.
Last year, my wardrobe was totally broken down. I had nothing that really fit me and dozens of garments that ranged from unflatteringly snug to way too small. I remember trying to get dressed before guests arrived, and nothing I randomly threw into my bag looked good at all. I ended up wearing the same jeans and sweatshirt I wore to cook to clean up. I went into the bathroom with the intention of putting on mascara but instead I sat down on the toilet and cried until I had to come out. Three weeks later, I started this blog.
Yesterday, I took a short break before guests arrived to wash my face, put on a cute outfit I had actually tried on before we left for Dan’s mom’s, put on some makeup, and fixed up my hair. I wore my new boots. I felt confident and pretty and basically good about myself, even though, of course, I still felt like I’d look better if I could just lose 15 pounds. But, compared to last year, it was a major advancement. Perhaps by next year I will have grown enough as a person to keep the white wine consumption in check.
