There was this really cute pair of camel-colored corduroy jeans at work that were on sale for super-cheap. I tried them on the other day in a size 16, and they fit pretty well. Not too loose, not too snug, and they looked pretty good.
And then today, when I wanted to buy them, I was thinking, you know, next month when I start dieting and exercising hardcore again and I lose 5-10 more pounds, those pants aren't going to fit so well anymore. Do I really want to spend money on pants I'll only be able to wear for 2 months? No. But if I would get a size smaller, perhaps they won't fit perfectly right now, but it'll be a while before I shrink out of a 14, and since they're stretch jeans I could probably still wear them when I'm in a 12.
So I try on the size 14, thinking that if they're just a little snug, or if I can't quite get them zipped, I'll get them anyway and wear them 2 months from now. But I pull them on easily, and they weren't even hard to zip! Granted, they're a little... form-fitting, shall we say, but they're not uncomfortably tight. But still.... a 14! I haven't been a size 14 since my freshman year of high school!
Woohoo!
Oh, and as it turns out, Mom bought them for me for Christmas, so I didn't even have to spend my own money.
