Jonahgirl’s BodyBlog

Of course I wasn’t. I was GASP! in a dress. Now for the explanation. In the fat old days I dressed professionally (easier to hide the fat under suits). As the weight dropped the clothing choices in my closet became less and less until I was forced to go shopping. I bought a few pair of jeans, a pair of black pants, a pair of khakis and some shirts. No suits or dresses. For the past year that has been my wardrobe for everything. All the pants from last summer are now too big so my pants selection is limited to a few pair of jeans two sizes smaller than last summer. I know I am were I plan to stay size wise so it was finally time to shop. I haven’t had any luck finding pants (other than jeans) but I did find two dresses and some great shoes. I actually love wearing dresses but it has been so long that I guess it was a shock to most people.
I got lots and lots of GASPS followed by compliments (and questions) at church yesterday

More shopping in the future but the pants search will probably take me to Atlanta. Right now my only choice is Ann Taylor and there I am a petite double zero and the selection is limited (and pricey).

Yes, I am still alive and kicking….well make that coughing. Cold is all gone (thanks Zicam) except for the cough. This will go one of two ways…I will be better in a few days or I will end up with bronchitis. I get one of these chest colds about every three years and I am hoping since I am in much better shape and health that it will break up on its own and go away.
The kicker is I have asthma. It is controlled and I rarely have issues with it. My attacks always start with coughing….continual coughing that won’t stop until I can’t breathe. Yes, I am coughing. Yes, it is nearly non-stop when I am standing and I sound like I am coughing up a Buick but it isn’t bothering my asthma. I know the difference. I am taking Mucinex DM (great stuff by the way) to break up the congestion and other than sounding like I am dying I feel fine.
I’ve lost a couple of pounds due to not eating enough over the past few days so today …more water and more food.

Headed to vote first thing this morning. I pulled in and parked hear the front right next to a group holding HILLARY signs. I got out and walked by them. Not one of them spoke to me. I passed the Obama group…same thing. I went in voted, got my little sticker, headed back to the my car. Those same people talked to everyone else that walked by touting their candidate.
Was it the way I looked? The car I drive? Hmmm. I must look like a republican.

I guess I am wondering what your spouse or significant other thinks about the whole fitness/body building thing. My husband is pretty much ignoring it except at mealtime. "Are we ever having fried chicken again?" or What is this?, I only get one piece of meat? Where are the potatoes? At least he does try most things I make.
Does he workout? No. Does he want to? Hell no. Does he need to? Yes. But right now he would much rather watch Fox News all evening. He did ask if I was going to go all "Terminator 2" on him. (meaning Linda Hamilton’s look in the movie). Has he noticed the muscles on my arms yet? No. Or my calves? No.  He probably will in a couple of months.