Tis the season...
I think I have said that 100 ZILLION times in the past few weeks.
Used in different ways.
"The lights are so beautiful"... tis the season. Good way
"I am broke as a twig under an elephant's foot"... tis the season. Bad way.
We've also been in gear for Christmas parties & get togethers. Tis the season.
... & I'm not sure if using that term in that way is a good or bad.
It's always good because I love seeing people & spending time with some I don't see any other time of the year...
... but its bad as well..
& this is where its just sad to admit.
Nothing bad due to seeing others. Again, I'm a people person. I love chatting it up with others.
It's bad because of the way I feel.
I am embarrassed.
That is VERY sad to admit.
We have the hubs work Christmas party this weekend. I don't even want to go. Why? Because I have nothing that fits. Nothing pretty. Nothing that is festive & cute. Everything I have is snug or ranks in the area of comfy jeans or yoga pants. Not quite Christmas party material.
Ricky says he doesn't care what I wear... but I do...
These are people that he works with. I want to make a good impression for him. I have a fear people would be whispering behind his back, "Did you see his wife?" with a snicker or laugh.
I guess I just have a fear of being that embarrassingly fat wife... & that's what I feel like right now.
I see all of these posts & pictures of people going to parties looking so beautiful & stylish ... & I just envision myself in work pants, flats (because God knows I'm not walking in heels in snow & ice) & an ugly Christmas sweater. I might as well put on a Grinch costume... I'd look sexier in it...
|Think this could work?|
I'm going to see some people that I haven't seen in a few years coming up, & I have the same fear... they're going to see the weight gain... & again, I'm embarrassed.
I'm just being real...
It irks me that I feel this way.
I am a talker. I am told over & over that I make others feel comfortable because of my personality. I don't know why the idea of what I am wearing or how I look should affect that... but it does... at least in my mind.
So will I end up going to his Christmas party this weekend?.. it's just to be determined...
& don't even ask me what I'm wearing...