I went to Kohl's and tried on a shit-ton of outfits, all of them plus sizes. My regular size plus size pant went up a size, which disgusts me. But I needed them, so I bought them...three pair of capris and two tops.
On the drive home, I got so angry and tearful, then successfully talked myself OUT of walking today with my typical negative mind chatter:
Why bother.
It will never make a difference.
I went up a size so it doesn't matter.
It's a waste of my time.
I can't do it.
But something odd happened - a feeling came over me as I was turning onto Piper Road from Piper Cross, a feeling of inner warmth. And I said "of course I'm going to walk".
And I did.
I did it.
I. Did. It.
Thank You, God.
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