The Perils of Fat Clothes' Shopping

I'm fat.  There's no other way around that (or around me if we're in a tight space together).  The stupid meds I was taking caused me to gain an extra 50 lbs that I really didn't need.  Pre-50lbs, I was comfortable with my weight and, last year, was rocking some great outfits while working at my store.  Now? I'm shopping in the next size up and NOT enjoying it.  There's lumps and bumps where there weren't any before and I'm being forced to buy those spanx things in an effort to conceal said lumps.

The biggest downfall to being fat (besides possibly having a heart attack from the simple strain of standing up off the toilet) is that shopping is limited to one store in this town...the fat girls' store.  I don't have the luxury to go from store to store, looking for cute tops that vary from one style to the next.  I'm at the mercy of the designers for this one store...whatever trend they have decided upon is the trend that I must follow.  This year it's red and I'm not really a red person.  I like black and grey basics with bright pops of colour...mostly hot pinks, turquoise and purple.  I fell in love with the coral trend that was happening last year (luckily it complemented my skin tone) and lucked out with some awesome tops.

I know that Wally-World has a fat girls' section, but I find their clothes to be cheaply made - you get what you pay for.  I don't mind buying their tank tops for summer time, but I've popped more than a few buttons off a shirt (and not at appropriate times like if I was meeting Alec Baldwin or something).  Anyways, as of late, I've grown out of the largest size they carry.  Le sigh.

I went on a shopping spree this week (I had birthday gift certificates and 50% off coupons to burn up!) and ended up with some pretty decent outfits for "back to school".  I was able to stay away from the dreaded red and even bought myself my very first blazer...mamacita's going to look uber professional while potentially destroying young minds! Yahoo!

As I was paying for the pile of clothes, I reminded myself that it's up to me as to how fat I want to be.  As I type that, it sounds as though I plan on gaining more weight.  Yah...not so much.  I've hit my tipping point with regards to weight (because if you were to poke me with a stick, I'd tip over like a big fat blueberry and just rock back and forth) and have had enough.  We're dragging the treadmill upstairs so that I can walk on it while the kids are playing.  Our basement is such a disorganized mess from dragging all the product home from the store that we don't really spend much time down there.  So, if I can't get to the treadmill, we'll bring the treadmill to me.  Granted, it's going to congest the upstairs a lot more, but it will be worth it.  Thankfully, it does fold up so it can at least partially be out of the way.

Having typed all that, I'm now off to McDonald's to pick up supper because I'm grumpy and don't feel like cooking.  BUT I will be getting the teriyaki chicken salad...not as healthy as a homemade salad, but better than a McChicken!