I've been hiding in frump for way too long now. As in 2 years too long. Today I was digging through the drawer for a sports bra and realized all the frumpy stuff in THAT drawer! Who has frumpy underthings? What does that say about a person that even their underwear drawer is frumpy? No, really. I have a strapless bra that is being held together with a safety pin. Yeah. I think it's time for that to go to the dump.
I am once again on a journey to lose weight and become healthier. My thighs are screaming about it already after doing 3 miles of lunges up hill. OK, maybe it was barely a fraction of a mile, but it was uphill! So in order to help keep me motivated, I'm gonna take the frump to the dump and forbid myself to wear any "comfy" clothes outside of the house. Unless I'm just going to Denise's cause her house doesn't count as the public. I'm not even going to let my workout clothes be too frumpy dumpy because I'm the queen of deciding that I'll pretend I'm headed to the gym by wearing frumpy dumpy clothes...when I'm really just buying ice cream.
I want Chris to return to a wife who regularly gets dressed in actual clothes, who puts on make up, and who does her hair more than for special occasions. Hell, I just want to be that person again. I used to love getting dressed and putting on make up and somehow it started becoming a chore.
Maybe I'll take some pictures of my frump that to the dump...or maybe I'll just spare you and you can take my word for it. :)