I've been shopping for some new clothes recently...  I can only wear Seminole T-shirts so many days in a row.
I've discovered - happily - that I'm a size smaller.  I'm talking a jeans size smaller.  This is big news for me as I've been unsuccessfully battling my hormones for control of my body for more than a year.  All of a sudden buying clothes seemed a lot more fun.  I could place a cardigan in my shopping cart at Target without covering it up with something else (the XXL-size shame equivalent to buying condoms at Publix).
As I went on the Tallahassee Shopping Spree (Target, Old Navy & Macy's OH MY!), I had a thought...  What if I haven't really gone down a size?  What if it's all a scheme to make me buy more clothes in this tough economy?  After all, once I'm empowered with the notion that I'm shrinking, I must outfit my new body.  I'm on to you, mega-shopping centers.  And I like it.
*Looking forward to the next economic downturn and a size 12.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Diet? Or the economy?
Published by cck at 5:56 PM
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