the incentive dress

In the last 5 years, I've packed on a whole lotta weight.

I am a user of crutches and wheelchairs.

It is my opinion that my mobility would be improved were I not schlepping around the equivalent of one big ass sack o' potatoes.

Seriously. In the last 5 years, I've gone from a being a size 10 to oozing up and over my size 16's (which for me meant a weight gain of 45 lbs).

Whenever I mention this here, people say I don't look that big, but that, you see, is because I am the MasterOfBlogPhotoIllusion (*mwahaha*):



Sneaky, eh? And I don't even know how to use photoshop or any of that crap! That's just me playing with clothing and lighting and angles and taking a kajillion or so photos of myself until I get one that looks acceptable.

Here's what I look like when someone else has the camera:


Much. Biggah.

So around mid-February, I decided to grab the bull by the horns, and shed a few pounds. Like 45. Ha. By mid-May, I'd lost about 15 lbs and went from the "can only fit in size 16's if the wasteband is elastic" pants, down to an actual size 14.

Then I stalled.
For weeks. And weeks.

Hence, The Incentive Dress.


I love it.
And I don't fit into it.
It's a size 12.

It was not available in my current size. But they did have the same exact style of dress in my current size, but in a different (less adorable) print. I tried it on, and it fit, and I verified that I like the cut and shape. But this green print that I love so much? It was only available in the next size down, and I was clooooose (but no cigar!) to being able to zip it up.

I was really hesitant to buy the danged thing, because I do not believe that one should spend money on the hopes of fitting into something. This is especially so because this was no cheap dress. I never spend this much on a dress (this was from Macy's...the rest of my dresses? Target. LOL).

As TheMostImportantGuy pointed out, if it was a cheap dress, it wouldn't be much incentive.
Good point.

So the dress hangs in my kitchen. I move it around from place to place. Like, I hang it so as to make it difficult to open the cabinet that houses the snacks. Or sometimes I hang it right smack in front of the refrigerator door.

If this little summer dress doesn't fit me until winter, I'm gonna be pissed.