So the elastic in my four year-old swimsuit spontaneously quit elasticking during my swim on Monday. I was planning to wait on a new suit until I had kept up the swim three times a week routine for at least two months (I was considering making myself a sticker chart like I do for the motivationally impaired kids I teach), but after the great elastic strike, I had no choice but to get a new suit and now.
This is how I found myself in Academy trying on swimsuits this morning. And since I was trying to decide between two, I had to spend quite some time staring at my swimsuit-clad reflection in a full-length mirror, highlighted by oh so flattering fluorescent lighting. Yikes. I'll spare you the details. Just...yow, I had no idea.
And then I went to the grocery store. I'm seriously contemplating a new plan where I have to put on a swimsuit and look at myself in the mirror for at least ten minutes prior to grocery shopping. Because wow, is it ever easier to pass up the Ben & Jerry's after being confronted with the unsightly image of your own pasty thighs.