This isn't really a bad thing considering I've hovered in the mid to upper ninety pound range most of my life. This is only the second, non-pregnant/breastfeeding time I've ever broken 100 pounds. Someday I may even weigh enough to give blood. My only issue is that all my extra weight lives in my hips & rear end. Princess is having similar issues. QM says we can thank Busha's family for that one.
This means none of my pants fit. It's hard to stick with the Hot Mama revolution when the only thing you can get into are flannel pajama pants & velour track suits.
So I've been perusing the clothing department at Wal-Mart recently. I really don't shop anywhere else. Shopping anywhere else would involve driving a distance of more than 15 miles & spending more than $8 on any one article of clothing. When you've been shopping for a family of 6 for 2 1/2 years on a single income, it's hard to purchase anything that isn't on clearance.
Jeans became a must have recently since I'm down to one pair I can button & still breath in. I picked up a pair (on sale)that fit nicely only to have the buttons come apart in the first wash. They went back.
My next shopping trip was not as easy. I spent 20 minutes looking for something, anything in my size. Apparently there had been a run on size 5 jeans not designed by Miley Cyrus (I did try on 1 pair of her skinny jeans in a size 5. I think Miss Cyrus needs a reality check because her size 5's fit more like a 2). Eventually I ended up with one pair of size 4's that were cut a bit fuller than their counterparts & fit nicely. Being on sale, they made me happy.
I learned something. To shop at Wal-Mart, you must either be 14 years old & obsessed with the bad fashion of 1984, or you must be 84 years old and need your pants to have elastic waistbands. If you wear plus sizes, the clothes are much classier....but you get odd stares when you weigh 108 pounds & you're admiring size 24 jeans.
I guess this means I'll have to not only shop somewhere outside my comfort zone but off the non-sale racks. What I wouldn't give for a Target within 30 miles of me!
3 comments:
I must chuckle over your dilemma because I keep thinking I'd like to BE a size 4...but the only size 4 in my house right now are the pants worn by Capt Chaos...in fact, I haven't seen single-digit sizes in almost 2 decades (YIKES!!!) and have EXACTLY the same problem! It really does make me chuckle.
Best of luck finding things that work!
Okay- I really thought I liked you! lol I can't even get ONE LEG into a size 4.
Although when I got married 35 years ago, I was a size zero. Crap and double crap!
But I know what you're saying about the fashion choices. Cool teen or nursing home mama- that's it.
Even though I'm jealous of tiny women, I'll still be your blogging friend! lol
Good luck with the shopping!
LOL! "I learned something. To shop at Wal-Mart, you must either be 14 years old & obsessed with the bad fashion of 1984, or you must be 84 years old and need your pants to have elastic waistbands."
Classic, just classic.
And really, size 4?? I could totally take you.
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