Call Me Comfy

When it comes to clothes and daily style, I’m pretty simple.  I like to be comfortable.  If I never had to be presentable or go anywhere, I’d live in sweats, t-shirts, and fuzzy socks.  While I was working, this philosophy applied, only I wore slacks and comfy shirts – rarely did I ever wear a skirt or dress.  That’s just not me.  I did, however, take the time every day to get rid of the stink shower, get dressed, and put my make up on before going to work.

Unfortunately, with all my time at home lately, I have landed in the depths of despair fallen into the dreaded – “Nobody is going to see me, so why bother?” mentality.  I’ve turned into a frumpy housewife lazy.  I hate to admit it, but there are days when I changed out of my pajamas straight into sweats, and at bedtime right back into my pajamas.  That habit is down-right, no-good, horrible, and (probably) stanky has got to go!

The big downside to not caring about my appearance is that I really have a hard time feeling positive about my appearance.  Last month, I talked about my feelings about the weight I’ve gained and how I am determined to get into better shape.  I did start walking every day, and I am trying to gradually get back to running.  I used to voluntarily torture myself run every day, and I loved it.  Unfortunately, with being sick and having bronchitis, I can’t chase the dang dogs around the yard without suffocating in a coughing fit losing my breath, so I am back to square one with the walking/running.  That’s okay, I will get back there.

Anyway, my point is that I have finally woken up and smelled the coffee noticed how really bad for me thie wallowing around and not taking care of myself is.  Because I am determined to be the absolute best person I know how to be, I threatened myself with a lecture from the food-cop (Dad) and the exercise police (Mom) made an agreement with myself about my daily activities:

  1. I WILL not kill the alarm clock get up at a regular time every morning and stop being a night owl going to bed at a regular time every night. 
  2. If I am unable to too weak/sick/pressed for time go for an extended walk/run, I WILL at least walk to the mailbox and back everyday (about 1/2-3/4 of a mile total).
  3. I WILL shower, get dressed, and put on make-up every day because it makes me less scary to the general public feel good.  🙂  That “me” time every day is important.

I started all this on Monday, and I am shocked at how much awesomer I am the difference in my mood this week versus last week.  In previous posts, I have talked about trying to make new combinations of current pieces to help make my wardrobe more exciting and to add a little variety to the stanky, frumpy housewife I became the rut I had found myself in. 

Don’t think I’ve gone all fashonista on you get too excited, I’m still a t-shirt and jeans kinda gal, I just make sure I take that much-needed time for myself every day, even if that is the outfit du jour.

Yesterday I had an appointment, and I needed to dress a little less frumpy more presentable.  I wore my favorite pair of jeans that don’t squeeze the bejesus out of me and create a Costco-sized muffin-top actually fit, brown boots, a cute orange tank, and this white blouse.  The tops are all nice stretchy cotton that hide the little pudginess don’t cling, and fit well.  It was poring down rain yesterday morning, so I didn’t even bother to try to tame the Medusa locks straighten my hair, rather, I tried to style the curls and ended up with a “hair-bear” ‘do circa 1989 just left it curly.

After my self-absorbed reflection experience this week, I sincerely believe that being a bit selfish taking that little bit of time just for me each day has made me completely Mom-Awesome had a huge impact on my mood, and it is a huge positive change I needed to make.

It can only get better from here!

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