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It's midnight Monday night and we've just arrived in Ocean City. Depending on how well you know me or think you know me, I am fat. At least to me, I am. I have always weighed somewhere in the neighborhood of 105 pounds give or take 5... well that is up until about 3 or 4 years ago when I woke up to find I now weighed 155 pounds. Don't know where it came from and I can't seem to get rid of it. I was like 44, my intake had not changed and my activity level (at that time) had not changed. Just my shape... which I might add I find as affront whenever I glance in a mirror [so I avoid that at all costs now which means no makeup for the most part these days. lol... It doesn't help much anyway] as it is not what I want to look like nor ever looked like... rotflol... anyway, at almost 5'4" I wear for the most part 12's and 14's but I wear baggie stuff to *hide* the various pudgies I have. OK, now that I have set the backdrop, back to my story. Well, shoot...let's just throw the cards out on the table, shall we? At this very moment, I am 43-33-43. Now on with it... OK... It's midnight we're walking the boardwalk and window shopping and people watching (Isn't that what you do there?!? lol...) and I see these women that in my eyes are probably about the same size as me. And they have their little shirts tucked in shorts and belts on, or bathing suits (gawd forbid) with a little top and I get to thinking. *Well, by golly (no, I did not think by golly but I don't know who might be reading this with you. lol... ) if they can do it so can I. So, into the nearest beachwear store. And I find these little sun dresses that would be a little snuggest then would swish around about the thighs. You got it right? Well, the tag says... One Size Fits Most. I hold it up to me and there's plenty of material to go from side to side at the waist and hips. Oh, am I excited!!! I am gonna look like all those other women. I will not have on that 2 piece matching short set that I got through Blair which is just a bit too Florida for Maryland. lol... In fact, it may be a bit too Florida for Florida. rotflol but they are comfortable. Anyway, after a futile search for a place to change my clothes, we decide I'll wear it tomorrow and we'll finish the night up walking along the beach. [You aren't allowed to change your clothes in the public restrooms because they do not want that mother of six to come in to change all her little ones out of wet clothes taking up all the stalls so that those that have a need for them can get to them.] Thrasher's, famous for their Broadwalk Fries that you eat AFTER putting vinegar on them, is now closed. And most of the shops and stores are closing up for the night. So we head to the beach for a walk in the moonlight, me in the shore catching the small waves to my knees... Oh if that wasn't nice, I loved it. Talk about an MS dream come true. I caught passerby comments about how cold the water was. Personally, I thought it felt great. Probably in the mid 60's ... and Mike staying in the dry sand, we headed back to our room. I was surprised we were lucky enough to find an ocean front room during season right on the broadwalk and for a reasonable rate too.