Monday, July 8, 2013

Hungover

I am so hungover from the weekend. And I didn't even drink one drop.

Unlike so many other people, I didn't have a four day weekend. But for some reason it totally feels like I did. And now I'm going to be lame as shit and tell you what I did all weekend.

Thursday was the 4th of July, so Metro was closed. I headed down to Glenwood early and hung out between Dad's and Mom's all day. The following things happened:
  • I wore shorts for the first time...um, ever.
  • Peg made this dessert which was THE DEAL.
  •  My grandma yelled at me which made me tear up.
  • I lost at beanbags.
  • My dad threw a firecracker at me.
Friday I had to work, but it wasn't really that bad. I ordered pizza for the office and the day kinda sped by. After work I raced home because I got a package in the mail (an amazing scale, which is worthy of its own blog entry later this week) and then I went for a run. After that, I went to Nick's to play with the boys and then me, him and Han had a campfire and made marshmallows and s'mores.  In case anyone wasn't sure, I think this is my favorite way to spend an evening. (But I do not like camping - let's light the fire in a driveway or backyard, okay?)

Saturday was an amazing day. I got up and went to the Goodwill because I decided that I refuse to wear pants all summer long, so therefore I need more skirts. I got SO MANY SKIRTS at the Goodwill. Seriously. I got like 10 skirts for $36.

Then I went to Walmart to look at microwaves (oh yeah...my microwave blew up on Wednesday night) but I got distracted. Swimsuits were on major clearance, and I need some for the Bahamas (we leave in 82 days, but who's counting?).

Any girl (or guy) who used to be fat will understand this: I have been avoiding buying a swimsuit. Last year I had a tankini thing, which i hated because it had no support for my boobs. I felt stupid and ugly and fat in it, and I knew I needed to find something better for this summer. But obviously, swimsuit shopping is ridiculously scary, so I have been avoiding it.

I dug through their clearance selection, and found a really pretty red suit. I grabbed the size I thought I was, and the one bigger just in case. I went to the dressing room...and guess what? I loved it. The smaller size was perfect, and my eyes teared up. No one will get this unless you used to be fat and know the horrors of trying to find a swimsuit you wouldn't be humiliated to wear in public.

I forgot about microwaves and bought that one suit and bolted. I ran home and ate lunch, and then headed to my sister Nicole's. We were going to meet our other sister, Kate, in Nebraska City for some shopping and dinner.

Guess what happened? I found TWO MORE SUITS. I am now set for my trip, and for lazy days at my apartment pool. I am so happy. And I only teared up for a second in the dressing room that time around.

After dinner, my sisters and I spent a ridiculous amount of time in Walmart and then Nicole and I headed home. I spent the rest of the night with the Pretty Little Liars, and then I was too scared to go to bed so I was up all night. (Seriously...that show is thebomb.com and sometimes it actually does terrify me. Fucking A.)

Sunday I got a wakeup call bright and early from Nick, and we headed to Hannah's dad's lakehouse pretty early in the day. Well, early for someone who had been up all night because she was scared of a fictional television character. It was a perfect day. Floating on the lake is the best way to spend a day.

After a grocery store trip, I was home for the evening to watch PLL and TRUE BLOOD. Oh, and rub aloe all over my body. How is it after months of obsessively tanning, the real sun still burnt the crap outta me?


2 comments:

  1. I totally get what you mean about getting emotional while shopping after you have been big all your life. I can remember the first time I was able to buy a large in a shirt and not a XL or 2XL. Congrats to you!! :) and hope your sun burn is feeling better...those suck...bad.:( Take Care!

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  2. I had the same reaction when I was able to buy a size without an "X" in front of it. I couldn't believe it! I guess I always just assumed I would be at least an XL (or a 2X...).

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