Up down, Down, uP

In preparation for a quick trip to Colorado Springs to see pathologist Son aka son #3, I decided I needed just a few tops and some decent jeans. I don’t believe I’ve been in a department store, let alone a mall in well over a year, so I was cranky and anxious, but it went ok, not many people to invite a panic attack and no super loud music. We went to 2 stores, bought two pair jeans and three tops. I was really pleased to find straight, high-rise (all the better to hold in the bloppy, baggy stomach) jeans for cheap! And a real self-esteem boost. I can wear sizes I wore about 10 years ago. I said to the mirror, “hey jenny, you’re not as fat as you thought you were” to which the woman in next cubicle snorted and laughed, “woo, high praise!”