First off today was 7/11 which meant FREE SLURPEE. And I happen to live by two Slurpee meccas so I stopped on my way to work. That is right 8am Slurpee run.
In other food news our neighbor showed up at our door with homemade tarts yesterday, waltzed in, placed them in the fridge and waltzed out.
On to the sad times.
I have heard great things about Oiselle and am on the hunt for the perfect running shorts so I ordered some rogas and today I opened the mail to find
And look at them. They are cute and they feel so good. And they fit my thighs like sausage casing. Cue freak out.
(Heavy sigh). So in the last year I have lost about 35lbs. Sloooooowwwwwwlllllyyy (not on purpose I just love eating so much that dropping weight has been tricky). Lots of running, cross training, calorie counting, blood, sweat, tears (you get the idea) have gone in to that. Needless to say when the shorts didn't fit there was a wave of frustration. I even measured and used the measuring guide on the website (but for the waist not my thighs which is where the problem lies). Why are my thighs so huge?
I immediately went to the dark place. Somebody give me a burger, I want to eat my emotions. But after I put the shorts back in the box (and got over the fact that I have return them which means......post office) I had to give my thighs credit. They have dragged me through 14 half marathons since October, they pushed me through 6 miles of hills this morning, and I think they are looking pretty good. So these shorts are not for me. Oh well. Return and move on.
I think the fact that I can appreciate my body and what it can do in this way instead of just feeling bad for not fitting into a certain size may indicate maturity. Maybe.