Needless to say, I typically wear the exact same thing everyday of the week. Black slacks and a blouse, black socks and shoes. Done.
But this morning I got a wild hair and reached further into the closet for a pair of pants, one from before my daughter. A pair from my 'skinny days' when I was a solid 20lbs lighter than I was this morning...but I was throwing caution to the wind and tempted the gods and tried on the old favorite pair.
and they fit.
enough for public viewing.
|get your groove on Jean Luc!|
This simply means that despite that ugly number on the scale, I am almost as small as I was when I was 20lbs lighter. Solidly reminding me of the importance of measurements being a better representation of health (even if that number is still ugly on the scale.)