Watch your back, or back fat, because I’m down a a pant size and a half! Yes, the half counts. I’m in between sizes but I fit my butt in some jeans I couldn’t wear before this week.
Now, let me show you a kinda cute photo of myself (don’t pay attention to my cheesy face) from a few months ago.
I was unsure of this dress on the hanger but I decided during my first wear (photo above) it was cute. The second time I’ve worn it was yesterday and I got many compliments. It reminds me of Mossimo. Yes, I’m in a hotel room because that’s where I usually stay. Speaking of
gypsies traveling ladies, my mother recently called me from the road and said the following: “I’m by an outlet mall and it’s not terrible. They may actually have something we’d want.” I love her. So, I sent her in Banana Republic for a shopping trip via text message. I swear half of my texts with my mother are photos of items either she or I have sent to each. We no longer say much. We give little if any explanation with our photos. Then, you simply respond “yes” or “no” if you want/like/approve of the item(s). Here is an example from when she and Daddy went hat shopping for the Derby:
We don’t know why he doesn’t look at the camera. As my great-grandmother said, “They never quite got the boy out of him.”
I chose option 2. We may need to upgrade to Facetime for some shopping trips. However, I’m not buying many clothes as I continue to lose. So, nobody else encourage me to text shop unless it’s for accessories or home decor. That’s always okay.