We took a trip to Montreal a couple of weeks ago and visited our old apartment. We lived there seventeen years ago. Where has the time gone? This is … [Read More...]
I would eat until the fear of exploding forced me to lay down.
Years ago, an eleven course tasting menu in Prince Edward Island was the apex of my overeating. The chefs were so impressed with our ability to eat that they offered us additional free late night sandwiches to take home with us after the almost five hour meal. We politely declined the offer while nursing our aching bellies. As practicing hedonists our affinity towards tasting menus was eclipsed only by our love of wine pairing menus which meant alcohol was paired with each course. Alcohol made the gluttony stomachache easier to endure but could make the challenge of rising from the table problematic.
Things I Loved When I was Younger That I Dislike Now
If I overeat now I feel gross. The maximum size of tasting menu that would interest me now would be three courses but honestly we prefer to share two mains between us and one dessert.
Nowadays, after a day of overeating, the chubby food baby appears much faster and no longer leaves after a day or two. She overstays her welcome and can stick around for years. On top of the “Belly Food Baby” a couple of “Food Baby Twins” snuggle up around my hips and thighs while hanging out with the “Belly Baby”. They all steadfastly refuse to move on.
At the age of fifty-three just the thought of overeating to such extreme makes me turn a little green and begin to sweat, although almost anything can make me sweat now thanks to my erratic, raging hot flashes.
I stopped all alcohol over four years ago due to allergies. My husband stopped drinking over three years ago. We don’t regret it.
In the past, at the age of twenty-one, when I briefly lived in Hawaii, I began my day with a couple of Bartles and Jaymes wine coolers. My friends and I would sleep on the beach till late afternoon and ease into Long Island Iced Teas at happy hour. I wouldn’t stumble home to the condo until around three in the morning after a full night of partying and dancing. I don’t know how my body survived the abuse.
Those days of eating and drinking binges are behind me. My body can no longer cope with such excess. In fact my overall joy of eating and drinking has eroded over the years. I’d far sooner spend money on a trip or an experience than a restaurant.
Over Shopping & Shopping Retail
I’m ashamed to say that in the past I was chronic retail shopper. I didn’t care where I shopped, I just wanted to find the coolest stuff at the best price. My closet was already full but that didn’t quench my desire to consume. After a full day of shopping, still intoxicated with the dopamine rush from buying, I’d pile the bags of just purchased clothing onto my bed so I could admire my bounty. I’d try on each piece, modeling it for my husband while gushing about my shopping prowess. He was happy I was happy but the thrills from shopping don’t last long and I’d be jonesing for my next purchase within days. It took me years to learn that it didn’t matter how much I bought, I’d always be seeking the next buyer’s high.
I’ve given up shopping retail except for some footwear, socks and underwear. If I have a gift card to spend I won’t let it go to waste but otherwise I steer clear of malls and shops. The thrill of acquiring new has been replaced by the guilt of turning the planet into a massive garbage dump. Unlike what Gordon Gekko stated, Greed Is Not Good. Greed is destroying our only home.
I no longer over shop for my own closet. I do shop used and thrift every couple of weeks to stock my Etsy store. It is true that sometimes the lines between my store and my closet blur but I now find that too much of anything makes me stressed. Keeping inventory for my shop has taught me how to value the pieces that make my heart sing and let go of so many others that were simply space holders until something better came along.
Living For Today Without Thinking About Tomorrow
In the past I never spent time worrying about what tomorrow would bring. I was living in the present. I didn’t make plans and I didn’t save money. I dropped out of university to travel and experience life while working odd jobs across Europe. I met my husband on one such excursion. This is the carefree mentality that youth allows.
I still like to live for today but we’ve had a few scary wake-up calls this past year regarding health and physical abilities. I discovered I can no longer continue assuming that everything will always be alright. Having adequate insurance in place is no longer an option, it is a necessity.
I still believe in living for today but I’ve come to realize that the older I get the more I need to plan for tomorrow.
To some it may seem like I have waited far too long to come to these realizations and to others it will seem like I’m overreacting. I can only base my decisions on my personal life experiences. We all arrive at our choices in our own time.
What things did you love when you were younger that you dislike now?
I had high plans on wearing a special bold striped knit dress when I was in NYC with Patti.
The Story Of The Dress That Wouldn’t Stop Growing
This was a splurge I purchased with my Anthropologie gift certificate hubby gave me for my birthday. It reminds me of Missoni. One of the other two dresses I purchased with the gift certificate you can see here, and another one I’ll be posting about soon were on deep discount (close to 75% off) in the sales section. This dress however was only reduced by 20% at the time which made it decidedly rich for my wallet/gift certificate.
Nevertheless, I convinced myself that it needed to be in my wardrobe.
I was sure that the timeless, flattering cut and bold, colorful, chevron knit would be happy in my closet for many years to come.
I knew the dress was too long but figured I could take it up by hand. In the photo below I’m wearing platform booties prior to taking up the hem a good three inches.
Here is the culprit, The Dress That Wouldn’t Stop Growing
My plan was to wear this to the Camp exhibition at the Met.
When I arrived at Patti’s fab apartment she had kindly cleared some space in her closet for my clothes so I hung up my newly hemmed dress for the following day.
I must have inadvertently fallen down a magic rabbit hole and shrunk that night because when I woke and put on the dress it was touching the floor, even with me wearing a bit of a heel.
Of course it wasn’t me that shrunk, the damn expensive dress grew three inches overnight. Luckily I’d brought along an alternate vintage dress to wear. We had to venture out into torrential rain that day and I’m sure the Anthropologie dress would have been dragging a few feet behind me well before we’d even made it to the subway platform. New York is a great city but you do not want your clothing touching the ground and certainly not any part of the subway station. I could see the headlines now, “Slave to fashion accidentally dragged and killed when her extra long dress became stuck in the doors as she exited the subway car.”
The dress was not debuted in New York as I’d hoped.
I wasn’t happy.
Once back home, still determined to wear the dress, I put on some extra high platform heels and wore it out thrifting and to buy groceries. I had a full inch of clearance between the hem of the dress and the floor when I left the house. A couple hours after wearing the piece the hem was kissing the ground! In fact, it had stretched so much that it caught in the grocery cart wheels! ARGH!!! Nothing like dropping most of my birthday gift certificate on what is clearly an ill conceived item of clothing. There is no way that the dress should have been made out of a knit that stretches in leaps and bounds every time it is worn. Word to the wise…this is made of 58% viscose, 33% polamide and 9% cotton. Avoid this mix unless you are making chewing gum.
It was clear, a Missoni this was not.
Of course, by this time I couldn’t take the dress back as it no longer had the tags and I’d taken it up. The dress had stretched out so much the empire waist was creeping down past my natural waist and the flattering v-neck had morphed into an obscene plunging neckline. There is nothing quite like wearing an expensive dress made of Silly Putty.
I had two options, take it up again or risk trying to shrink it.
I chose the latter. The dress simply wasn’t working for me anymore.
Trying to shrink items is a bit like throwing dice, you have no control.
Will it come out the perfect size for your pleasantly plump pug to wear while languidly lounging around the house?
Will it shrink at all?
Who the heck knows?
I soaked the dress and popped it into a hot dryer crossing my fingers it would no longer be a danger to my health.
The dress has shrunk enough so I once again have a full three, maybe even four inches of clearance between the hem and the floor.
I will let you know the next time I wear this if it is back to its usual growing tricks. I have a feeling I might be washing and shrinking it after every wear.
Anthropologie, this pretty dress is a big #FAIL.
Have you ever had a similar problem with knitwear?
If so, please share!