So to break out of my comfort zone - for lack of a better phrase-, I decided to meet up with friends at the O.C. after work. Now I spent the day looking forward to this, but then I started to dread trying to find an outfit to wear. Hoping I had something other than running gear to throw on when I got home. No such luck! Instead of my
usual comfort, I was rushing around trying to figure out if what I had put on covered my large tookass without making me look like a large @ss. I was able to find something once I said this is who I am and if they don't like it tough-nooky! I now know why I quit going out and why I quit drinking. I swear it looked like I was at the zoo watching the peacocks during mating season. Everyone putting on their best (until the 3-4 tequilla shot) to attract someone (or something) for the evening. Maybe it's not that I've become too comfortable, just too smart for it. The getting drunk acting stupid - I had enough of it years ago. A decent conversation (without him looking at my boobs) would be nice. On a side note: I now have two wardrobes - running season & off-season (or my fat clothes)! Nothing like a trip to the local petting zoo to put you back on track! Come on marathon training - I'm ready for you!

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