I have a job interview in a little over a week. A great deal rides on this interview, although I suppose that’s true of most interviews. I tried on my suit last week, a suit I bought pre-childbirth and couldn’t button the pants. I’ve been in the fetal position since then wondering how I’m possibly going to get a job in a competitive school system when I can’t even button my pants.
I tried the pants on today, and I buttoned them…barely. I can’t get a shirt tucked in. But with a jacket, I think I can button over anything that’s not tucked. That’s the conversation Husband and I had in the kitchen this afternoon, me in suit pants, no shirt, and suit jacket. The ridiculousness of that discussion led me immediately to the couch where I turned on the laptop, pulled out my credit card, and signed up for Weight Watchers.
I completed a triathlon. I ran a marathon. Surely I can lose the 26.8 pounds.