Hunting for Treasure

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. 

So, I am feeling a bit silly for taking photos of myself, it's not something I've done in the past.  God knows, I hated having my picture taken before I started losing weight.  But now, sometimes I feel like I have to, in order to prove to myself that the results are not only real, but visible.  What a trip this is for the mind, to accept that you look different than you have always looked.  It's like having a dream that you've lost a tooth, you have to check and double-check once you awake.  So, I am going to post a pic of me in my new treasure.  If I look happy, that's because I am ecstatic!  Hope everyone is having a fantastic week.  If not, maybe it's time to go treasure hunting!