Mommy Makeover Day 1 - the Disaster

Remember yesterday when I posted that I was going to start a 7 day Mommy Makeover challenge, initiated by the Naptown Organizer? About that...

Day of the Challenge? 1

How long did it take you to get ready? 15 minutes

What did you do for your health? Ran just over 5 miles, walked an additional 3 later in the day

What did you do differently than normal? Eyeshadow, eyeliner, actually looked into my closet instead of blindly reaching

Did you go anywhere outside of the home? Yeah... but that's where the problems came up.

Where did you go/what did you do? Walked to the grocery store... more on that below.

Did you feel any differently? As of right now, I'm back to my usual hot-mess self. Not so much.

I was amped up to start this challenge. I swear, I was. I even added my own spin on it and thought I'd include what I'm doing for my health each day, to encourage me to work out (as ultimately this helps improve both my appearance and state of mind). I ran a little over 5 miles this morning, skipped off to the shower, spent some time with eyeliner and eyeshadow and mascara and blush and even concealer and then as I walked over to my closet I realized that not only have I not put away my summer clothes, all my attire is pretty much just shoved into said closet. Seriously. It's horrific. I started pulling things out to both put into the basement and also to start a Goodwill pile, but I ran out of time (dishes needed to be washed, a grocery list needed to be started, I wanted to vacuum all the cob webs hanging out around my ceiling). Tomorrow, project "Clean and Organize your Disgusting Closet" starts, coinciding nicely with the Mommy Makeover challenge. How can I make myself look presentable if I can't even find anything in my closet?!

I found enough of an outfit to look decent (fancy compared to normal) and started my day. Early afternoon, the kid and I decided to trek three miles on foot to the grocery store. That's where it all went downhill. 

 

Off went the cute cocoon sweater over the dolmen-sleeved top. Instead a cozy North Face vest was thrown on. Jeans came off. Black yoga pants were put on. Black Reeboks topped off my apparently goth look. I was dissapointed in myself, but seriously people. COMFORT!1!!!11!  I have the jeans back on now, and the North Face vest didn't even last half way through our journey. But still, I feel like I failed.

The end.