Bleh. I had to shop this weekend to buy something to wear to a wedding in a couple of weeks. I have things in my closet, but they are summer/spring clothes and just wouldn’t work for fall/winter. Once again, I cringed over various bulges that have appeared on my body, but at least most fancy clothes do a good job of hiding those bulges. I will admit that there was a dress I could not even begin to fit into. I tried putting it over my head, stepping into it, etc. Clearly, it was meant for someone without hips. After trying on nearly every dress in the mall–excluding those $400 and up dresses, though boy, were some of those nice–I finally settled on one. And then I had to find a top to go with some pants for the rehearsal dinner part of this affair. It wasn’t so much a size issue this time as finding something that I liked. Again, I tried nearly everything on before finding something. I think I’m just not one of those people who looks good in almost anything, so I have to try on a lot, but it wears me out.
All of which reminds me of my weight post of a couple of weeks ago. I was pretty surprised I made it through the walk, and I only really felt recovered at the end of last week, but I feel like I don’t give myself enough credit for my physical abilities. Because I’m small, and experienced an injury in my early teens, I’ve just taken on the identity of being “no good at sports” and “not particularly athletic”. Sometimes that’s true. I tried to play Ultimate for a while and was so bad I didn’t last long–no throwing or catching ability. Completing the walk reminded me that I’m not so weak after all, and that with a little more effort, I could do a lot for my overall health and strength and maybe even experience less cringing in dressing rooms. So tomorrow, as you blog readers are my witness, I am contacting the fitness center coordinator and arranging a tour and making a plan to work out a few times a week. And I think I’ll be walking that 60 miles again next year. But maybe this time, I won’t be so sore afterward.