Glass Half Full

I think my attitude is definitely improving. I had, while not precisely a wardrobe malfunction this morning, a definite crimp in my choice of outfit when the dress I wanted to wear proved to be just a little too tight through the hips and waist. It looked nice. Not tight enough to be considered hootchie-mama. Just tight enough, especially when I sat down, to make me realize that if I wore it for eight hours, I'd be a cranky bitch.

A really cranky bitch with low blood sugar. I knew I wouldn't eat to compensate for the constant reminder of ungiving fabric around my tummy reminding me that yes, there was a bit of a tummy there instead of flat Billy Blank tae-bo abs.

Did I rip the dress off over my head in a hysterical frenzy? No. I announced very calmly to three of my cats and my half-asleep boyfriend that I'd be miserable if I wore the dress, took it off and placed it neatly on a chest before choosing a more comfortable wardrobe option.

The top I picked, while not stinky pits ripe, was slightly redolent of sweaty Dana. I was running late by this time, so I spritzed it with some lavender scented linen spray. Unfortunately I did this while I was wearing it. Lavender linen spray stings. A lot. But I smell Grandma perfumey fresh.

My point here is that the Dana of last week would have ripped the seams of the dress in her self-disgust, stomped on it...then worn it anyway and fixed the seams at work. This week's Dana saved herself the fun of threading a needle with rapidly deteriorating close-up vision and didn't scare her cats or her boyfriend with a temper tantrum.

Instead of looking at myself as overweight, I see my dress as just a little too tight. Which is just enough incentive to get me up at 5:30 tomorrow morning for a visit with Billy and his ultimate abs.

Ah, Billy Blank...is there nothing your tae-bo workouts won't fix?