Going for Not Broke

I'm not proud of the fact that after my daughter was born, I gained a bunch of weight that I've yet to shed. I have fat clothes, but only a few. And a few that I do have, I've loaned to my pregnant younger sister when she's dropped by after work and has wanted something to wear besides her work uniform while we hang out together. I've yet to get anything back from her that I've loaned lately, and so, my wardrobe is smaller than ever.  The urge to go shopping has been very strong lately.  Each time I see her, it crosses my mind to ask for them back, but I've yet to get the gumption to do do. She won't yell or anything, but I just worry about looking petty. Ideally, I'd lose some weight so that I can get back into my regular clothes, but that's easier said than done. Meanwhile, I have no shorts in this sweltering weather. I really want to shop. I gotta get my clothes back. And lose the weight.

Since my pregnancy, I've had a problem with my weight. It started during the pregnancy, then accelerated while I was on maternity leave. Now, despite going on a new diet practically every week, I haven't made much headway in getting the weight back off at all. During maternity leave, I had bought three or four winter shirts for when I went back to work. At the time I bought them, they fit, but by the time I went back to work, they were snug. Now, I am determined to get into them this winter. It would be cheaper than buying new clothes, and let's face it, being at a healthy weight typically means fewer trips to the doctor and fewer co-pays. Winter shirts collecting dust in my closet, here I come.