The telltale sign has arrived: I now know for sure that I have to lose weight. But who am I kidding? I knew this nearly two years ago, and it’s only gotten worse. But yesterday’s sign was unmistakable. I changed clothes six times in the morning.
There are many reasons women change clothes before going to work, or anywhere. But for me, multiple changes in the morning mean that whatever I’ve put on either makes me look fat or, even worse, doesn’t fit at all.
I’ve been used to bottoms not fitting every time I’ve put on a few pounds…times two. The bottom half of me is where I usually put on weight. I’ve worn many sizes of pants and skirts. But I was wearing a pair of pants that I’d bought after the weight gain, so I knew they fit. (I didn’t say they looked good. They fit. This generally requires that I wear something longer to cover the overly curvy parts.)
This time it was the tops that were the problem. Tops that had fit me when I bought them but were now clinging revealingly to my midriff. And showing that miserable upper belly bulge—the one the articles always call “dangerous fat.”
So yesterday morning I went from wearing a blue drapey sleeveless top that I had to keep fluffling to prevent its clinging to my mid-section to a green top that seemed to be suddenly clinging too, to an orange one that fit a little looser. But then the neckline of the orange top was higher than the others I had tried on, so I had to remove my necklace and put on one that could be seen.
Then I started in on the jackets to cover the top. Some jackets hit right at the hip—which hides nothing—and some emphasize parts that are not enhanced by emphasis. I finally ended up wearing a jeans jacket that was semi-fitted but swung loosely enough to be flattering.
I apologize if I’m boring you with details, but I can bet there are a lot of you (women) who can identify.
Those who know me but haven’t been able to compare the before (say, about mid-2010) and after will probably exclaim, “You look just as svelte as ever!” But these are people who don’t glance below the belt or who are fooled by my jackets and long shirts that hide the result of too little exercise, too much rich food, and playing Boggle.