|Kind of like this, obviously not my house.|
Speaking of Pete The Cat, I'm pretty sure adults should have to read children's books. In many ways, they're wasted on kids. Kids don't have real adversity, or at least they shouldn't. Pete the cat had a coat with buttons that was his favorite. One by one they popped off. But Pete wasn't sad. He was happy because he still has a belly button.
Yesterday, I went swimsuit shopping, Ladybug and I start lessons next week. I also forced myself to buy a few warm weather things because wearing a sweater in 90 degree weather is just asking for heat stroke. I have enough issues thank you very much.
I tried on a couple of things that I knew wouldn't fit just because I was dreading shopping in fat people land. You know, where the grannies shop. In fact, someone's granny walked past me as I was circling the perimeter of the land of the wide hips. I got a few things, a couple of pairs of work capris and a couple of tops. And got a bunch of compliments on my chunky granny wear today. As much as I hate to admit it, wearing something in the right size is much more comfortable that starving part of my body of blood and oxygen. But, that discomfort is motivation.
Team no more fat. Or no more horrifying swimsuit experiences when your toddler sings about boobs loudly in the fitting room. I guess she was inspired.