So yesterday i decided I needed some new workout gear and maybe a new top. Most of my workout gear is getting too small. So I pop into Penningtons. The only all plus size stor in the county and one I frequent when I have the money or they have a sale. So I start grabbing the 1x off the racks to try on. Remembering when I had to squeeze my butt into a 4x.

So I get a good armload and everything is swimming on me. So I switch it all out for some X sizes. The smallest they carry. Still too big! I felt a little bad walking up to the sales lady with all my stuff with a big cheesy smile on and saying I'm too small for this store. Then walking out. I was just so on cloud 9 but I'm sure she thought I was nutts.

So today I will be going into a regular store for the first time in...10 years. NSV or what!

heehee!
First of all I mis-read the title: How can losing a STONE be an NSV?!?

and congratulations, you've done fantastically!

YAY for you!! That's got to feel great!!

Ha! I first read it as stone, too!

Congratulations on being kicked out of the plus-size range!

oh man!!! That just rocks the house!!! I know I still get nervous going into "normal" stores!!!!

WTG!!!

Hee. There's a part of me that always thinks the Fat Police are going to show up and escort me off the premises, and back where I belong.

That's SO wonderful, I remember only recently being able to start going in most normal sized clothing stores and look at all the rails to see what items I liked rather than for the few items they had in big enough sizes like I used to. It's an amazing feeling.

That's awesome!

Wow! That is awesome!

I LOVE THIS!

This is a real milestone. Good for you.

What an awesome NSV!!!! Congrats!!!

What a great thing to have happened! And a reminder of how we sometimes still think of ourselves as "fat" until we are forcefully shown how we've changed by our clothes. The scale may hiccup on water weight and such, but the waistband never lies!

Imagining some dude wearing mirror-lensed sunglasses.

"Excuse me, ma'm. I'm with the Fat Police." [Flashes his badge, which has something like the Venus of Willdendorf embossed on it.] "One of those skinny little blonde teenagers behind the counter just made a distress call to 911. I've been requested to escort you off the premises for loitering without any intent to buy anything whatsoever. I mean, c'mon, nothing here fits you but the earrings. We're taking you into custody in the back of the squad car & bringing you over to Lane Bryant [or Pennington's], where you belong."

TraceyElaine: "Ah, dude. I know my rights. And clearly you can't see anything through those sunglasses when you're indoors, cause I fit into lots of stuff in this particular store. Look at me. This body is getting pretty sick. I am not shopping in Pennington's anymore."

Dude: "Well, then, would you like to have coffee with me at Starbucks sometime? Or Dunkin' Donuts? I am kind of into donuts."

TRaceyElaine: "I'm not. How do you think I got myself this body?"

Woo hoo! Great NSV!

I love the title, the NSV, and the fat police!!! I think the fat police hotline might have to be 811, 611, or 011 to have the correct shapes - hourglass, pear, and apple!!