I'm pushing all limits of hygiene, presentability and simple human decency lately! I am a rebel. Bras have become too restrictive in my rebellion (let me tell you, not a pretty sight for a 36D). On the bright side, my fleece pants have not been letting me down.
When I must leave the house (damn needy kids need to be brought and picked up from school-GEEZ!), the Crocs are my footwear of choice- 20 degrees- and not the cool wooly warm Crocs- nope- the waterproof type Crocs with holes in them with socks- good lookin'!
A hat and scarf are my BEST FRIENDS right now! The hat covers my fly-away, cowlick, nightmarish hair and the scarf covers the huge zit on my neck that is reminiscent of the knob on the side of Frankenstein's neck! I've even been seen wearing them in the house!
If I were tagged with that "take a picture of you right now and post it" meme, I'm quite certain that Oprah's producer's would be at my door within a week wanting to film an intervention for big fat losers encouraging me to live my best fucking life or something.
The way I look at it, the dishwasher, wash machine, and dryer are all running, I've have a jello fruit salad hardening in the fridge, a pot roast in a crock pot, my kids all ate breakfast, and got to school on time- I'm a fucking rock star!!!
I guess what I'm saying is, although I realize I am a colossal loser at this point and really should be wearing supportive under garments, eating something other than chocolate frosted donuts and coffee and getting back into my work out regime, I'm just not ready! Baby steps, people!