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Dressing Room Disaster…
It happened again. After inhaling french fries, pizza, wine, cookies, cakes, smoothies, ice cream and other calorie laden foods that normally go right to the back of my thighs, I am once again facing a weighty problem. Translation – I need to go on a diet.
The icing on the cake, so to speak, took place yesterday at an outlet mall. While vacationing with friends, the hubbies dutifully took the kids to a water park while my girlfriend and I decided to hit our favorite stores. But a funny thing happened on the way to J Crew and Banana Republic. Either they’ve started to cut their sizes a lot smaller than they used to, or my tush is now about the size of Delaware. Either way, when I excitedly grabbed an adorable selection of outfits to try on at Banana, I had a serious wake up call with my dressing room mirror when nothing, and I repeat NOTHING fit properly. The skirts were all snug around my hips, the shirts pinched my flabby arms and even my middle – which normally is flat, hung out of a dress that I thought would look so cute on me at a Bar Mitzvah we’re attending next week.
Recently, I read a blog post about how dressing room disasters usually cause women to go on diets immediately after they stare at their cellulite ridden thighs. Well, I have to agree, my rude awakening in the Banana Republic dressing room has left me with no choice. It’s time to either hit Jenny Craig, Weight Watchers, the Zone, Atkins or some other cockamamie diet so I can be thin by Christmas.
There honestly is no justice when it comes to me and weight loss. I’m always chubby in the summer and then I slim down in the winter. And so, here I am again, with a few more french fries and barbecues to inhale before the official end of my personal chow down.
If you have any suggestions on how I should attack my weight loss this time around or if you’re facing a weight loss crisis, or if you believe that Banana Republic and J Crew are intentionally making their sizes smaller to make me feel fat, then weigh in now!
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