Grocery Store Clothes

I love going to a store just before Christmas, especially when my shopping is all done. We’re extra lucky this year, since we decided to not exchange presents, except for the couple that we already had for DD.

Today DH and I decided to get the last grocery shopping done, and we went to the nearest Real store. That’s pronouced Re-Al, with Re as in Ray and Al as in Albert. In any case, it’s one of those superstores, with everything under the sun for sale. For me, it simply has the best sliced roasted turkey breast in town, and for DH, it’s a convenient place to get his hair cut as well as do the weekly shopping chore.

Normally I enter the store, browse the DVDs, then walk straight through the K-Mart-like clothing section, because at over 300 pounds, nothing ever fits. Today I discovered I was wrong. I’ve now lost enough weight that, even though I’m not under 300 pounds yet, I can actually buy clothes there. I’ve even moved from having to buy the men’s socks because they’re wider to wearing a pair of very girly pink and white striped ladies’ socks.

OK, so maybe it’s not the Junior section, but they fit. And I’m proud of my accomplishments this year. After browsing the clothing and realizing that grocery store socks are ok, but grocery store shirts are not, I moved on. Right past the huge aisle of fancy European chocolates and bought a nice little chicken curry frozen meal, plus a salad. And the turkey breast, of course.