I had hoped to carry my November blogging momentum forward into December, but that didn’t happen. I could blame the holidays and being sick and all kinds of other things, and I wouldn’t be wrong, exactly, but I would be just making excuses. Because the truth is that if you really want to do something, you’ll find a way (and the time) to do it.
It’s not that I don’t want to blog, because I do. But my project for this month fell flat in a hurry.
See, I had this idea to document my Christmas spirit. Last year, one of my coworkers questioned my commitment to festivity, so I proved my love of Christmas by wearing something festive every day I worked for the entire month of December (and if I’m not mistaken, I may have started between Thanksgiving and December, but that’s not really important, I suppose). I only worked three days a week for most of the Christmas season last year due to my class schedule.
Apparently, however, that didn’t matter. I’m back to working full time now, and this month I decided to continue the tradition, even though I’m working someplace new and none of my old coworkers will see my many lovely holiday outfits. I haven’t repeated an outfit yet, and if I counted correctly, I won’t.
This is why I have a special box for my Christmas clothes. They won’t all fit in my closet otherwise.
For my blog this month, I decided to document my many lovely outfits. Each day, I took a picture or twelve of my outfit with the intention of posting it, but I only got as far as taking about five days’ worth of pictures and uploading maybe three. It shouldn’t be news to any of my longtime readers, but occasionally, I am hypercritical of my appearance, especially if my weight is on the upswing.
Guess where it’s at right now?
The one downside of my new job is that I’m not as active during the day as I used to be, and I’m too tired when I get home at night to remedy that. I’m NOT a morning person, not in the slightest (in case the bold-italics-all caps NOT wasn’t enough of a hint), and since I prefer not to see 5:00 a.m., morning workouts aren’t really an option, either. As a result, I am less than happy with how I look, and my Christmasy outfits, while festive, have done exactly nothing to improve how I feel about my appearance because baggy sweaters don’t really enhance anyone’s figure (cozy though they are).
If I weighed what I weigh but it was all muscle, that would be different. Presumably, I would both look and feel better about my looks then, regardless of what the number on my scale was. But it’s not muscle, so here we are.
I know what I need to do, but I don’t make the time to do it. So does that mean that I don’t, in fact, care that I look like a beached whale?
But there’s nothing worse than trying to shop for new clothes when you go up a size because nothing fits right, and clothes these days all seem to be manufactured with tiny little twelve-year-old string beans in mind. Shopping for clothes is something that I used to enjoy, but now? It’s the most demoralizing experience ever.
Maybe it’s just all part of the Christmas season. I mean, when the sun disappears for months on end, it’s hard to be positive. And when you feel like you’ve been hit by a cross-town bus, it’s hard to summon the motivation and/or willpower to accomplish your goals.
Or at least it is for me, anyway.
And now that this post has gone completely off the rails, I think it’s time to call it a night. I’m pretty sure my actual brain fell asleep a while ago and my fingers just carried on typing.
What about you – do you make time for the things that you say are important to you? Or do you just put them off indefinitely?
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Not being a morning person either (full vampire/procrastinator mode here!) I tend to put things off indefinitely. Vampircrastinator? I guess I own it.
That being said, our family has some changes coming up next month and we are committing to some carrying those changes out to more personal and lifestyle areas. Jan 6 here we come!
As for you, maybe take pics of the clothes on their hangers, or draped across your bed or something, to document what you wore that day without documenting your body. 🙂 I hate my body, too, so I totally understand. ❤
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maybe take pics of the clothes on their hangers, or draped across your bed or something
I actually considered this, but then I decided against it for I’ve forgotten what reason. I’m still thinking about doing a collage of all my Christmas outfits, so this might be what I end up doing.
Our annual family photo book arrived today and as I was looking through it tonight with Seymour and Miss Tadpole, we were all critical of pictures of ourselves, and it makes me wonder what we’ve come to in this world that none of us can stand to look at our own pictures. Maybe someday we’ll manage to create a Star Trek-like society where peace and love and tolerance for all reign supreme. 💕❤
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