Is it so wrong...

...that I am flattered that the garbage man said, "Good Morning, Beautiful" to me as I was walking by?  Answer is probably yes, but hey, 40 year old ladies don't turn many heads so I'm ok with it.  And I was really rockin my exercise clothes today.  Um hmmm, lookin good.  Sad.

The hubs is sick.  Not like "man cold" sick, but flu sick.  I spent yesterday taking us to the doc so we could all get tamiflu.  Awesome.  So grateful for that drug, though, because it really really helps.  Poor Ian.  He's strugs.

So a couple weeks ago Ian decided to start doing "Chubbiest Loser" with my brother and about 100 other guys.  They spend a few months starving themselves and trying to lose the most weight and win $700.  It's been so good for all of us because it is SO much easier to eat right when Ian is on board too. I mean, not that it's his fault, but if he's eating oreos or having a drink then I'm gonna join him.  He's lost about 10 pounds, I think.  I've done pretty much the same thing and gained a pound last week.  Why. Why. Why.

Last week I went shopping for a new dress to wear to a wedding we went to last weekend.  I took Oprah's advice about jeans and decided that I was just going to try on a million dresses until I found one that worked.  The very last dress in my dressing room (after an hour of trying) was the one I chose, and it really is pretty.  The funny-ish part of the story is that as I tried on dresses I would go out to the three way mirror (think "What Not to Wear") and the sales lady would give me her opinion.  Sidenote: I love it when these folks are honest.  Please do sugar coat it, but tell me the truth in there somewhere.  So I came out in one dress that was borderline snug and I asked her opinion.  She said that it was a little snug, but "if you had on your shapers it might be ok," to which I replied, "Sister, I HAVE on my shapers."  Awesome.    So I left that department and went to another one where I could find someone who would lie to me.

Department two was more my speed...ladies' dresses that aren't skin tight and so short that my
Spanks hang out the bottom.  In the adjacent dressing room was a woman in her late 50's who was also coming out to the mirror for some "truth."  As I walked out I made the mistake of asking her if she thought the dress I was wearing was too snug.  You know where this is going... she said (and I quote), "Well, if you had on your shapers it might be ok."  This time I just said, "Yeah, you're probably right."  Apparently I am in the "double up the Spanks" stage of life.

So now I am adding this comment to the list of What Not to Say Ever to Another Woman Ever:

• Are you pregnant? (The old standby)
• When are you expecting?
• Oh your daughter/son is SO TINY! (No shiz)
• If you had on your shapers...

Cautionary tale and good reminder for me that we never know what's going on in another person's head space.  Every day is a battle to believe the TRUTH about who we are, and to balance that with being healthy, loving and lovely.  

The wedding was awesome.  I felt great.  Loved my dress.  Went with the single shaper...and guess what, I survived.  Even felt beautiful because I know who I am and WHOSE I am.  And because Ian is awesome and makes me feel like a million bucks.  (And, ok, I had a little wine).