Weigh In Clothes And Work
The time has come for me to get a job. Outside in the real world. I was going to wait til I lost another 30 lbs – but oh well.
I looked in the Sunday paper – there ain’t squat. I’m leaning to go back to waitressing because of the exercise aspect of it, plus it’s money in my pocket immediately, even if it’s only 10 bucks, and there’s nothing in this area. Nothing. I refuse to drive a great distance for a job – I’ve done it before and I hate it. I really need to work close to home because of babyboy and my mom. I can choose either waitressing or something in the computer field, but again, travel is involved.
But, there is a bright light. I was all depressed on Thursday, generally over “things.” Friday, I started to go thru my nicer skinnier fat clothes and hot dang! They fit! I no longer have to wear my stretch pants if I don’t wanna. I can put on a pair of pants that zip up *and* button. Altho I did find 6 pairs of brand new stretch pants that I had bought at various points and they didn’t fit. So now I have 14 pairs o britches to wear.
Not only that, but I found 2 pairs of jeans. One I cut off for shorts, the other, mom is hemming. I wore the shorts in public yesterday. I haven’t put on a pair of shorts in 10 years, much less wear them in public. Those will be my swimming trunks, for while I can put them on, and wear them, sitting down is another issue altogether. They’re really uncomfortable to sit down in, but that’s why I decided to cut those into shorts.
Another bright light: I’ve lost 60 pounds!
And today, I did another first in ten years. Drum roll please! I bought…..makeup! You know the gunk you put on your face? I felt like a real girl! Since I’ve been working from home since 2004, there’s no need to wear makeup – or even clothes for that matter. I haven’t bothered with makeup because I’m rarely out of the house for more than an hour or two(not to mention that babyboy somehow found uses for my makeup and destroyed it). And even when I was in the corporate world, I discovered really quick that the only – and I mean only – girls who wore makeup were those between 18 -25 with no significant other in their life. Those of us who were married or in a relationship didn’t wear it – we were in tech support and all
you saw was the person across from you.
So today I will go apply for my first job the real world in 10 years. Physically walking into a place of employment. I’ll put on an air of confidence that I don’t feel, dressing for success, which, in the waitressing world, is dressing in black and white, putting my hair up and look like I’m ready to go on the floor and take orders.