Today was the first day this week that both of my kids are at school, so I finally have a few minutes to blog. When I woke up this morning, I felt like thrifting, so I indulged. There is little else that feels as good as finding a really unique treasure for an amazing price. And, I have nearly NO clothes that actually fit me anymore, so I went with the dual purpose of finding clothes, and figuring out what size I really am. I only ended up more confused. Clothing sizes are so weird. I fit into a wide range of sizes, and I didn't fit into an equally, and often overlapping, range of sizes. I was confused. I was pulling stuff off the shelf that I would never even bother to try before, just because of the size on the tag. And there, in the midst of my adventure, I found my treasure! A short-sleeve dress suit in my favorite color, black (fat girl uniform). It was a size 14, and I thought to myself, yeah, right! But, in the interest of seeing where I stood, I tried it on. The skirt fit, and it even zipped and buttoned. As I started to say Yeah,but...I stopped myself and made the decision that I truly loved this outfit and I was going to buy it for myself no matter how far away I was from fitting in it, and it would be incentive to keep pushing. As I pulled on the top, I looked at myself in the mirror in amazement when I could not only get the top on, but buttoned. Granted, the buttons aren't exactly happy, I still have a few more pounds to go before I can comfortably wear this outfit, but the fact is, I got a size 14 on me and it didn't rip or squish my arms out like dough bursting out of a pastry bag. I think 10 more pounds should do it before this baby fits the way it should. And, until then, it will power every workout. This is one of the selfish reasons I have always had for wanting to lose weight, to be able to dress as cool as I feel my personality is.