Motivation

Let's check out Dictionary.com for a meaning...

motivation
1. the act or an instance of motivating.
2. the state or condition of being motivated.
3. something that motivates; inducement; incentive.

Hmm..yeah, that could totally describe my trip to Banana Republic this morning. I was shopping online, er..I mean working..this morning and came across this. Now, how could I not get that. It's simple, one layer dressing. That's the best kind of dressing there is..with the possible exception of a clean, cold Raspberry Vinaigrette. Anyway, so I go to purchase and, of course, there is no size 10. Why would there be? Sheesh.. Anyway, so I think about purchasing the 12, but decide that my brain won't fathom wearing a size 12. Which also explains why I don't shop at stores that *size wrong* hee hee. If I cannot fit into a 10 in your store, then your store is not for me. Ok, so back to the dress. Since I can't online buy it, I decide to call the closest store to see if they have it. As luck would have it, they do..and just 10 miles away. I call, they hold, I drive out-cool. I get into the fitting room and notice that it looks a tad stretchier than it did online. No problem..I've lost 10 lbs since January 2 on Weight Watchers so it's all good. I take off everything but my knee boots..my fabulous knee boots. I swear I love them and look 200% sexier in them, not to mention 5 1/2 inches taller. So, I get it on and turn around and...BAM! Man, I look great..um, ok but it is a tad too tight. I decide to test the salespeople and see which, if any, will be my NBF and tell me the truth. I go and stand. A second or two later a few come my way saying how great it looks yada yada yada and finally a guy about 21 comes over reminding me so much of Danny Noriega on the current season of Idol and says, "Are you planning on wearing that to work?" to which I reply, "Yes..why is it too tight for work?" He says that it is and says but it looks fabulous for going out. Ok, well this is a predicament because the only *going out* I do is going out to get the mail or fabric softener from Walmart, so maybe this isn't the dress for me after all. Then he tells me that if I lost just 5 lbs, it would be perfect. 5 lbs? Hmm..lose weight to wear a dress. Not once in my 34 years have I done that. It always just seemed easier to say the dress was ugly and *didn't fit right* or get the next size provided it was smaller than a 12. But he might be on to something...lose 5 lbs and wear the hell out of it. I could do that, right? I mean all i've had today was regular coffee with cream and sugar so I am already on the right track. At this point one of the girls comes up and says she can call another store and see if they have it or I can buy the 12 online and see which one fits better and bring the other back. That seems like an awful lot of buying, trying on, and returning if you ask me so I decide to do the only thing I can do and that's buy it and lose the weight. That's my new motivation...not this or this. No, just a little one layer dress perfect for spring and summer that will hang over my closet door staring at me until I can wear it. I can touch it, try it on, have tea with it if I like..but I know i'll never actually rock it until I lose 5lbs. It probably doesn't taste as good as a Big Mac or Haagen Daz Dulce de Leche, but when was the last time you saw someone rock a Big Mac other than these two?