At any rate, as of last Saturday, I am officially freaked out.
Here's the story. For the past couple of months I have been a little bit depressed since every time I open my closet, there is nothing that fits. As a result, I have been wearing the same 3 outfits every week, mixing and matching parts and accessories to make them look different, since those are the only ones that don't make me look as if I am wearing someone else's clothes.
Sooooo, because last week I finally reached my target weight, I decided to do a little bit of shopping. The fact that my favorite clothing store was having a mega-sale was an incentive too.
To make a long story short, I go there, grab a number of pants (all size 6, since the 8's are now too big), and try them on. To my surprise, most of them fit rather loose. Finally, I grab this cute little pair of cropped pants, and bingo! They fit like a glove!
At that point I am extremely happy, looking at myself in the mirror and saying "Score!" when I look at the tag and I realize that they are not a size 6, but a size 4.
"So," says ballistabob. "When was the last time that you fit in a size 4?"
"In my adult life?" I reply.
Needless to say that I walked out with a number of pieces that have refurbished my wardrobe a little bit, and that have lifted my spirits.
And that's it for now. Tomorrow, I will be writing about Pennsic and rapier, and how working out has been working out with my fighting.
Last but not least, as promised to siobhan_sca, here are a couple of pics of me wearing my Roman. (I wish I had more pics, especially with palla and all, but when you yourself are the shutterbug, you don't get many pictures of you.)