Today I shopped for clothes.
I did it because I play in church a lot, now, and I've been repeatedly frustrated by how few of my dressy things fit me right now. After wearing jeans--the same pair--to church for 4 weeks in a row, I decided to take some money out of my "piano savings" and buy some clothes that fit.
After an HOUR of trying on size 8s......which is the biggest size I've ever fit into (right after having Violet)......I thought to myself, "Man, they don't make sizes like they used to. "
Yeah, I was that naive.
I put them all back, and, against my will, I picked up a pair of pants that said this:
I shuddered, and put them on.
They F I T.
And that is why I have been pretty depressed today.
I know it won't last, though. I'm training for my first-ever race, a 10K (which is 6.2 miles), and my cross-fit work-outs are easier than ever. It just is weird.....to be maxing out like this. I keep having to explain to Violet what "fat" is...and how I got it......and that that is the reason she may not eat an entire baguette from Panera's. :D