Man, I Feel Like A Woman...
I rolled out of bed this morning feeling more tired when I awoke then when I went to sleep. As always I stared at myself in the mirror for 5 minutes inspecting every inch of my flesh trying to see if there were any tell-tale signs of weight loss. I pinched an inch here, I squeeze some flab there - in case you were wondering, it pretty much looked the same today as it did yesterday despite the fact that the scale said I was 2 pounds lighter.
After my extensive body inspection I walked into my closet and stood there for no less than thirty minutes trying to decide what to wear. I tried on a shirt and it was too blue, another was not blue enough, one was too pink and it was given to me by my father and every time I try it on I still think, "Too Pink".
Some items were too wrinkled and I felt too tired to iron them so I finally went to my winter closet and pulled out a long sleeve shirt - one of my favorites - tucked it in, rolled the sleeves up nicely, put on my jeans and some tennis shoes and then looked at myself in the mirror from all angles to make sure that my butt wasn't looking too big or that my pants weren't bunching up since they are a little big on me as well.
I have always been a bit narcissistic, but recently my boss told me that if I want to move up into management that I needed to start dressing like management. Ugh. You know what that means - khakis and ironing and button up shirts. No tennis shoes, no sandals, no shorts. Which is pretty much all I have to wear... looks like I will be spending some serious time shopping.