Sunday, September 11, 2011

Weight Loss Adventures!

I've been having fun lately going through some old clothing I had stashed away for that day when I could wear them again. Well, some are outdated as all hell and some still didn't fit, and some I either threw away or put into the charity bag. However, today was a very, very sad day for me because I found a tunic that I've always loved. I remember the day I purchased it; it was one of those days when I was a little down over something or another, it could have even been a cloudy day (they make me sad) and thought that retail therapy would set me straight again. I walked into a clothing store and there it was hanging all by herself waiting for me to cast my eyes on her and fall in love. She knew she was hot and she knew a sucker when she saw one. So I walked over to the tunic, stared at it in awe, I might have even drooled a little, but as I thumbed through a rack of clothing I found a replica of her in my size and brought it home. The tunic is Indian style and actually called a "kurta." It is made of royal purple micro suede with brass coins sewed around the neckline and on both sleeves so when one moved, the coins jingled.

I tried it on and even though it was a little snug on top, I couldn't get it over my hips. I was a little upset but I thought one day I'll be able to fit into it.

Well, a lot of time has passed since that day and many events have happened, like for instance weight loss surgery and my life change. I had forgotten about this beautiful purple tunic until this morning when desperately searching for something to wear, i.e., something that fit me, I came across the beautiful purple tunic. Those beautiful brass coins beckoned for me to pluck this gorgeous piece of clothing from the closet rack where it has been sitting for several years and try it on.

The thought that it might still fit a little too tight crossed my mind but I was okay with that, until I pulled the tunic over my head and down over my chest, then hips and....

I looked like I was inside a teepee!!

All I needed was for someone to hammer a few rails into the hem, making sure they were well into the ground and I could host a camp-out in the backyard with several small children as my guests.

I was hurt and even felt like crying. I had completely passed the moment when I was able to wear this shirt in comfort. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked at the charity bag and back into the mirror as if it would suddenly and magically fit me perfectly, then back to the charity bag. I stood there for a moment in contemplation of what my next move would be, and I promptly took off the shirt put it back on the hanger and back into my closet thinking one day I will find a good tailor who will fix this for me!

I just couldn't bear to part with it.

Looking forward to trying out the new sweaters I bought last winter but never had a chance to wear to see if more sad/happy moments in weight loss history will occur! Until then...


a la prossima!