Friday in the hallway
I'm at our Friday class. I am not a mental health professional, so I declined to sit in the class - I'm out in the hall, waiting for the next break. My poor tailbone is killing me, so if I'm in the class, I'm likely to heave a great sigh every time I shift position. Also, about two out of every three of these classes have topics ranging from distressing to traumatizing, so hallway it is.
I had a hard time this week finding adult outfits to wear. I can be fairly casual at the office, so this is not usually an issue. I have a lot of clothes, but many of them are too small, since I've gained some weight over the past couple of years. So, I need to go through my drawers and closets, and get all the stuff that doesn't fit out of my way. I hope to tackle that on Sunday. It's a big job, and needs a practical attitude. None of this, "I can wear it once I lose five pounds" BS. The hardest thing is to dress in an attractive and comfortable way. It seems like I can have one or the other, but not both.
Old age ain't for sissies.
I had a hard time this week finding adult outfits to wear. I can be fairly casual at the office, so this is not usually an issue. I have a lot of clothes, but many of them are too small, since I've gained some weight over the past couple of years. So, I need to go through my drawers and closets, and get all the stuff that doesn't fit out of my way. I hope to tackle that on Sunday. It's a big job, and needs a practical attitude. None of this, "I can wear it once I lose five pounds" BS. The hardest thing is to dress in an attractive and comfortable way. It seems like I can have one or the other, but not both.
Old age ain't for sissies.