Week 12 :: of junk food, fasts and green insoles

I am no longer allowing myself the luxury of junk food.

It’s a sad state of affairs when you reach a certain age and that certain age reveals to you immediately and utterly how incompatible junk food is with your system.

As some of you may be aware, I had a moment of clarity in this post, thanks to the double whammy of cheese balls and ginger ale.  I chalked it up to an allowable excess because it was my “female time”.  Unfortunately, my female time ended but my scarfing continued.  I actually went back to Target and bought two – yes, two! – more buckets of cheese balls, one in regular flavor and the other in flaming hot.

I shared one tub with my sisters and my kids but the flaming hot one, I’m ashamed to say, found its way next to my nightstand and has been emptied by me and only me.  Within the span of five days.  And they’re big tubs.

Now, I don’t know whether it’s because of the junk food itself, the amount of junk food, the type of junk food (salty versus sweet?), the fact that I’m eating so close to bedtime, old age (and thus slower metabolism?), or a toxic combination of any of these things, but the fact stands:  during the course of this five-day feasting frenzy, I noticed a disturbing thing: I was bloating and no longer fitting in my clothes.  After less than a week.  WTW?!

No, I promise, this is not gonna be a pity party.  I just mention this dismal state of affairs to explain today’s ensemble.

Mystery Thursday

This, my friends, was my outfit of choice all through college: long, loose top and skinny bottoms.  Even then, back when fashion and clothing was the last thing on my Berkeley-attending, tree-hugging, activist-being agenda, I subconsciously knew to camouflage my problem areas and play up my best features.

I gain all weight around my midsection and develop a chronic case of muffin top, you see, but I absolutely adore my legs.  I can write odes about my legs.  Whole sheaves – reams, even – of sonnets that wax eloquent about the cut of my calf muscles or the daintiness of my ankles.

Anyhow, in the midst of concocting outfits for Mystery Week, I found myself gravitating toward my tried-and-true strategy of masking the tummy but showcasing the leg.  So while I wait for my junk food fast to do its thing and snap me back into pre-binge shape, I get to hide behind layers and/or relaxed silhouettes up top.  I’m just happy that I’ve expanded my repertoire to include patterned pants so this outfit didn’t turn out as plain and nondescript as I feared it would.

Mystery Thursday

And how fun are these shoes?  I love the cunning use of green on the insole so they just peek out like little shy turtle heads.  When I first got these heels, I was really bummed because a. they were a half size too big, b. they weren’t as deep navy as I’d expected, and c. I couldn’t return them because they were an eBay purchase.  However, a pair of heel snugs fixed Problem A, and when I realized they were the perfect pair for this outfit – what with the navy/green combo and all – Problems B and C were rendered moot.  I love when the planets align like that.

Mystery Thursday

What about you, my friends?  Do you have tried-and-true strategies for dressing on your off-days?  Are there things you do that make you feel confident and pretty even after a period of food splurging?

:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – Macy’s
Pants – Old Navy
Shoes – Seychelles @ eBay

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4 thoughts on “Week 12 :: of junk food, fasts and green insoles

  1. Somedays I just let myself wear comfortable clothing, jeans and a tee shirt, tried and true. And it’s the confidence that then gives me the “look” that I hoped to achieve, as someone once told me “It’s 90% mind and 10% reality.”

  2. The green top with the navy/green peep toes was very cute! You know I loooove junk food. Lucky for me, you taught me how to dress to accentuate the positive ; )

  3. Green and navy are always a great combo! For me, pattern mixing always makes me happy, even on “off” days.

  4. To hide my…not so decent looking features, I wear my lovely white sweater (the one I’m wearing today) or my black one (the one I wear 96% of the time). Plus they’re both extremely comfortable and I prefer to dress more in comfort than in style anyway (though that seriously needs to change). I feel bad now giving you Pocky. What I do after eating as if I went to Home Town Buffet for a week, I usually just bust out the fiber. Get it all out and hope for the best-not the most ladylike explanation but elegance is too much work to ask of someone in the morning. Get back to me around 10 P.M. and maybe it will come out better.
    Today’s outfit rating: 9 out of 10
    Your hair compliments the outfit nicely. The pant/pants give you a sense of youth due to their design in a way. Your top just yells comfortable, and as stated above, comfort is more my choice. Nice touch with the jewelry too.

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