Ugh and Rawr...

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thankful for losing weight/getting smaller (at my most I was 240 and wore anything from a 16 (pants) to a 20 (dresses) to a stable 14)... but man it makes getting dressed for work so frustrating.  My pants fall off of me, my shirts look like tents. 

This is already after my friend helped me weed out my closet a little over a year ago (April 19, 2009).   We got rid of things that were too big, didn't look right, weren't functioning, or that she thought were a pure lapse in judgment.  She was almost always right (except in the case of the big blue sweater which I saved from being donated that day only to live one more season, get one more use, and then be donated).

I don't want to go shopping because I don't know where I'm going to end up.  I don't want to spend money on clothing that I hope will only be spending a short time with me.  Belts have gone from my enemy to being my friend and a necessity and one of the things I will spend money on, to get a little more longevity out of my wardrobe.

The ugh and rawr is because I haven't been sleeping well.  I aim for 8 hours a night, but I've only been getting 5 hours (per my BodyMedia Fit).  That really brings the ugh and rawr out in me. I love to sleep and I hate when it doesn't love me.  It throws my whole day off because I don't want to exercise, I don't want to eat well.  I just want to go back to bed.

This is when I just have to dig deeper -- trust in what I know, trust in the routine.