Pizza can be cruel

I did something this evening that for many people would be cruel and unusual punishment. I ate half a pizza and then tried on all my bathing suits.

We are away in a couple months and I've been browsing online looking for new bathing suits. Victoria Secret has their swim sale on right now so I had a few tabs open on my iPad. I had just finished dinner (half a pizza) when I decided it was time for a shower. I picked up my iPad to check on something and remembered I wasn't sure what size bottoms I needed. I figured since I was getting ready to shower I would just try on the bathing suits I had and see how they currently fit and how many of them would be good for this trip.

Uhg. I hated it. I looked in the mirror and thought I should just wear a moo-moo for the whole week. It's funny because I've actually LOST weight since the last time we went away. So I really shouldn't have been down about it. I think it was the fact that I had just eaten half a pizza. (Not even a big pizza, one of those small Dr Oetker ones!)

So as I'm standing in the shower thinking about what I want to say in a blog post about the silly thing I had just done and how much I was hating myself at that moment, the hot water ran out. Instantly icy cold water shocked me back to reality.  And I laughed at myself because you know what-- I'm almost 30 and I'll wear whatever I goddam want to on the beach. And I'll drink. A lot. And I won't care because I'll be having too much fun. And I look good dammit.

If you need further reminder of how I feel on this matter, please go back to December and read this post.