The Uniform

I know it has been too long since I last posted.  Honest, I tried a week or so ago;  had this great post and somehow managed to lose it before publishing.  That was the beginning of a big down cycle for me.

A very good friend of mine lost her Dad and the family needed help for funeral prep.. cooking, cleaning, chauffering, etc.  I was very honoured to be a part of celebrating this awesome man's life.  Emotionally, the experience sent me into a bit of a tailspin - remembering my own parents, remeniscing about fun times with my friend's family, thinking about my own immediate family.  Anybody reading this may understand the emotional aspect of weight loss or, better said - weight gain.  Many of us ingest calories to calm the demons inside of us.  Needless to say, I had a bad week after the funeral.

When working on the prep for the funeral I felt great.  I was wearing an outfit that I thought made me look, well, svelt... haha.  But that confidence was motivation to keep on going.  When I first put the outfit on I thought I was thinner.  I took a chance and tried on the uniform that I had made for me in Singapore.  Ahhh, THE uniform.

Captain Jerry told me during the flight to Singapore about the custom made suit he had made for him in Singapore.  It was a typical Captain Jerry story... full of expletives, incredibly descriptive, and hilarious.  Seems he had done what a lot of pilots do on  lay overs in Singapore - get a custom tailor-made suit.  This involves navigating your way around the shops, discerning who is legit and who is not, picking out fabric, getting EVERYTHING measured, paying your money and then.... dun dun dun... the 'fitting' in your hotel room.  Well, Captain Jerry had ordered a pin striped suit.  He did the measurements, fitting, payment and what he ended up with was, as he describes it, is a product of a communication failure.  He got a suit with pin stripes running diagonally!  He wore that suit proudly on an airline flight back home and needless to say got lots of attention!

Sooo, me and one of the medics on the flight went through the process of getting a tailor made suit.  We had less than 24 hours in Singapore.  The measurements were done and fabric was chosen in the city and the first fitting happened back at the hotel.  I was exhausted from the flying and the time change and  when the uniform went on, it looked terrible in just about every way.  But the worst was how the pants accentuated my midsection.  We worked to find a solution.  Because the time was short the finished product had to be shipped to me in Canada.  When I received the suit back home in Canada I tried it on and was so disappointed to see that it was not flattering at all, it called attention to my menopausal midsection.  So, it hung in my closet until.... ta dah, last week....

I tried on the suit.

It fit better.  It looked pretty good.  I took out a tape measure and measured my waist and hurrah, I lost about a half inch.

My regular uniform is starting to hang, and I am using the next notch in my belt.  Next post I'll talk more about what I am doing to make that happen.