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Nov. 14th, 2012 09:48 pmI had one of the more miserable mornings I've had in a while this morning. I'm not sure what switch got flipped, but I was thoroughly disgusted by pretty much everything I saw in the mirror, ended up trying fourteen different outfits on and not being pleased by any of them, and eventually just picking the least-awful because it was time to go make my lunch and feed cats and catch a bus.
Time dulls pain, I'm totally down with that, and I know that I felt even worse about this body post-surgery, twenty pounds ago, when I was less resigned to the eventual outcome of surgery. And it's coming up on a year since I've had these boobs installed, and I'm in much better shape than I was, and I'm smiling again, which always helps. But the crazy shocked me still, and how quickly I descended into one of my increasingly upset about being upset downward spirals. Good times. I have a couple things I think might work as workarounds, the first being purchasing a new big black wrap that I can wear over everything. And more layering. (at the moment, I'm wearing a tanktop and a flannel, and have a hoodie and my leather coat on the back of my chair.
And now we've gotten home, and I'm freaking out about how old and skinny Funnyface is again, and I'm telling myself that many cats live long past 14 years old, and I'm half-convinced she's going to die while we're away for thanksgiving, and well, that's a lovely rabbit hole to go down.
And on that cheerful note, bedtime.
Time dulls pain, I'm totally down with that, and I know that I felt even worse about this body post-surgery, twenty pounds ago, when I was less resigned to the eventual outcome of surgery. And it's coming up on a year since I've had these boobs installed, and I'm in much better shape than I was, and I'm smiling again, which always helps. But the crazy shocked me still, and how quickly I descended into one of my increasingly upset about being upset downward spirals. Good times. I have a couple things I think might work as workarounds, the first being purchasing a new big black wrap that I can wear over everything. And more layering. (at the moment, I'm wearing a tanktop and a flannel, and have a hoodie and my leather coat on the back of my chair.
And now we've gotten home, and I'm freaking out about how old and skinny Funnyface is again, and I'm telling myself that many cats live long past 14 years old, and I'm half-convinced she's going to die while we're away for thanksgiving, and well, that's a lovely rabbit hole to go down.
And on that cheerful note, bedtime.
