Well, first thing's first. I'm leaving for Rome in less than a week. Six days, almost five now. Exciting. And nerve-racking.
But anyway, that's cool. But this is ever cooler. At least for me.
So my mom took me shopping today to pick up some last minute things for Rome. Right off the bat, I started looking for a size 18, because that's my size. I'm in Old Navy and I'm looking for shorts. It's summer. I'm not going to wear jeans in 95 degree weather. As I'm looking, there were no size 18 shorts. At first I thought I wasn't looking hard enough. But I searched through every style and color. No size 18s anywhere.
Then... I remembered. I've lost about 20 pounds since January. Surely there must be SOME chance I could squeeze into a size 16. It couldn't hurt, right? So I took three pairs of size 16 shorts into the dressing room. And I hoped for the best. I tried on the first pair of shorts, "The Diva". Too tight. Waaaaaaaay too tight. Pushed my stomach above the shorts. So unappealing. UGH. DAMN IT! I was so disappointed. I thought I lost twenty pounds. What happened?
I just wanted to give up. But something told me to keep trying on the pairs of shorts. Why? I don't know. Maybe I like self-inflicted pain. Eh. So I tried on the second pair, "The Sweetheart". Already feeling in my hands that they were going to be too tight. I put them on and clasped the button shut. Perfect fit. Oh my god. They actually fit. No way! :D The shorts just needed to be a different cut. I can now wear a size 16.
I'm excited. Very excited. I'm down one size. That's all. I have to keep going. Seriously.