You know those days when it seems like there is just one giant grey cloud of doom following your every footstep directly overhead? Yea. It's one of those days for me. Nothing majorly wrong, just a whole lot of little things. My mood has been all gloom and doom since I got out of bed this morning. Just one of those days.
Remember when I mentioned in this post that the Air Force Birthday Ball is coming up in the middle of October and I had nothing to wear? Well, I found a cute dress from J. Crew that I was going to get. My body is hard to fit (big chest, super curvy, short) and I hate shopping online since things never fit me right. I have not been able to find anything here that I liked, so online was my only option. TLS and I went to the tailor at Military Clothing to get myself measured so I could see what size dress I should order. Well, I don't know if the tailor took my measurements wrong or what, but according to her measurements, I should get a size 22! Size twenty-freaking-two.
While yes, I am realistic and knowing that the last pair of jeans I bought was a size 8 (about 2 weeks ago), and being that I did not gain 70 pounds in less than a month, I realize that I could, in no way, be a size 22, but just seeing those numbers on the sheet did something to me. I have always had body image issues and after looking at the sheet and the size charts, I'm just sitting here crying. Ironically enough, all I want to do is eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's to make myself feel better.