No, no, no, I didn't spill on myself (again). Rather, I had a realization about how food impacts what we wear. There's the obvious: wearing those stretchy waistband pants at Thanksgiving. However, I've noticed that since I dropped the histamine-restricted diet (it wasn't preventing hives, nor was I enjoying, well, any of it) and binged out on the "taboo foods", I've been having trouble putting outfits together.
It's not that I'm worrying about how things fit me (most of my clothes are entering the stretched out phase, so a little more jiggle and wiggle would probably fill them out better!), it wasn't that I had any less clothes (besides the fact that the gross food has made me more prone to lying on the couch instead of doing laundry). No, I'm really starting to think that high fat, high salt, high carb, low fibre, low nutrient, low maintenance (I don't even walk to the McD's down the block - I send Scott!) "comfort" food really does the opposite: it makes me feel so uncomfortable in my own skin. I was totally "blah" about yesterday's outfit but it had such positive feedback, I figured I had to be wrong. Thanks for all the wonderful words!!
Today, I went casual, and feel kind of child-like (in a good way!)