OK, this post is going to prompt you to say, "Oh, WAH. Call the Wahmbulance!" However, I'm going to post it anyway, because it's a triumph as well as a whine.
So, remember when I showed my horse in halter back in April? I think I posted about going suit shopping. Anyway, I had found this gorgeous suit, and it was a 16--we had started with a pile of 18s and had to put them back. I was so happy that day that I was able to step down in size, although it was admittedly a bit tight--I looked pretty good in it standing up, but didn't want to sit down in it! Then, by the time the show came, it actually fit better. That was cool.
Well, I only wore that suit a couple of times. I was invited to a Christmas party the other night, and I thought it was the perfect opportunity to wear the suit, since it was a little dressy. I took a shower, put on makeup (something I rarely do) and earrings and everything, then went to get dressed.
When I pulled on the pants, I came to a sudden, horrifying realization. They were too big. Like, WAY to big. Practically falling off me. So big that putting the jacket over them to hide the bagginess wasn't even an option. Talk about a bummer! Yes, bully for me for losing so much weight in seven months that my suit was way to big...but...dang it, I hardly got to wear it! It was an expensive suit!
So, I had to find something to wear. I rifled through my clothes and discovered that even though my 16s were falling off me, I still couldn't wear my 14s. What the Hell??? I have no clothes. They're either falling off or just tight enough in the tummy and thighs that they pooch at the pockets. I have boxes upon boxes of skinny clothes...it's time to get back into them!
So, there you go. Call the wahmbulance driver! My clothes are too big!