Ever feel like some things you have to say aren't important enough to blog? I feel that way most of the time, but nonetheless, here I am. Today I am going to share a NSV (for those not aware, that means a Non-Scale Victory). Its minor, but significant to me. Something that most people wouldn't think twice about.
Yesterday I tucked in my shirt.
Yes, this is something I'm required to do as part of the dress code at the job I've worked at for over 3 years. No, until yesterday I hadn't ever done it once. Sure, I faked it. I would just roll the edges underneath & periodically check to make sure it hadn't fallen down. It was obvious, I'm sure.
Being overweight nearly my entire life I can't clearly remember ever actually tucking in a shirt. When you carry so much weight around your midsection, there is nothing in the WORLD that makes you want to make it more obvious. Tucking in a shirt makes you feel as if you look like Violet from Willy Wonka after she turns into a blueberry. Huge & round.
After wearing my new skirt on Saturday I just got (a size 20 that's a little roomy, I might add), I noticed my fake tuck wasn't working so well with the polyester-type fabric-it kept falling down every few minutes. So when I got dressed for my impromptu shift on Sunday I thought to myself "Hey, you look pretty good in this skirt." I didn't look bulbous around my midsection (though believe me, it hasn't gone away). I looked sort of normal. So I decided to try an experiment. "Well I'll tuck it in, just to see how it looks." I said to myself. After a few adjustments it was in place & I was actually okay with how it looked.
Wait a minute. How did that happen?
In all my 26 + years I've never been okay with this & all of a sudden I'm a normal shirt-tucking member of society. Its going to take a while for me to get used to this.
PS : Race recap is still coming, I promise.