
This afternoon, I decided I couldn't face the danger of tripping over my falling-down clown pants and accidentally strangling myself on my too-loose bra anymore. Off to the mall!
Three hours later, I'm sitting here in my brand-spanking new Dockers bermuda shorts, size 8! Maaaan. I haven't worn a size 8 since... actually, I've NEVER worn a size 8, ever - I think I went straight from kids' sizes to a size 10 or 12 equivalent (back in the old country, y'know
).I was so happy I bought capri pants and (gasp!) short shorts (i.e. mid-thigh, I'm not quite hot pants material yet nor ever will be) as well, blatantly disregarding my self-imposed pants budget. Oh well, can't run around naked can we?
Then on to the bras - that took a bit of figuring out, as I seem to be between sizes right now, but I finally found one - in 34D, down from 38DD. Aaah. Gotta love the support!
Shopping nice. Me like shopping.


I originally wanted to wait until goal to do serious clothes shopping, but I'm glad about my spontaneous mini-splurge - it's so much easier to be active and comfortable and feel good about myself with clothes that actually fit! 

