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The 2-piece motivator

I'm getting a bikini. Another one. And it only cost me $3.
Let me back up a bit.
Last month, just before fair time, I received a bikini that I'd ordered. It was the one I had originally eyed when I was considering (well, fantasizing about) getting a two-piece swimsuit. It was bright red, with a lattice detail on the top and bottom.
When it arrived, I couldn't wait to try it on.
The bottom fit fine. But I couldn't figure out how to fasten the top. I had to go to the online picture from my order, and zoom in, to see that I was apparently supposed to thread the tie though a complicated web of holes. Just when I got it through both sides and I was ready to tie the top, it would pop out, and I'd have to start all over again. This went on for a half an hour -- and when I finally got the top on, I saw what I didn't see in the online photo -- namely, nothing of any substance in the way of side support.
Wear it at the pool? No way. I wasn't going to wear it outside my living room.
The suit was apparently designed by Frank Lloyd Wright -- all cantilevered and complicated.
My body is not a Wright work. Nothing about it is compact and low-slung.
I made a special trip to the post office to send it back. (The red bikini, not my body. Unclear antecedent.)
The online outlet, Swimsuitsforall.com, emailed me an electronic gift card for the amount I paid for the red cantilevered bikini. It covered the cost of what I hope will be a much more architecturally sound bikini.
However, when the cost of shipping and handling was factored in, the e-gift card fell about $3 short. So that's what that credit card charge is.
I wanted another bikini for two reasons.
First, I have come to enjoy swimming and warm-water workouts with the modest, flattering two-piece swimsuit I already have. The water feels exhilarating on my bare midriff, and it's a lot easier to go potty before and after a swim when I don't have to peel off a tank suit.
Second, I am enjoying my bikini body, as lumpy as it is, a lot more than I had anticipated. It's been a motivator for me to say "no" when the nice cashier at Subway offers me a free cookie, or when I feel like skipping a workout.
I remain on, or very close to, my goal weight. I want to keep it that way. I like my bikini(s).

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