A size WHAT?!

After our whirlwind trip to La Pine, my left eye was twitchy and red. I decided that was my body's way of telling me to get some sleep. So for the entire week, I skipped my morning workout and slept in. But I continued to make good food choices hoping to offset the lack of workouts and keep any weight gains to a pound or two. I forced myself out of bed the last two days to work out. After eating a slice of pizza and 2 bread sticks at our Papa's Pizza fundraiser yesterday, I knew I needed to get a good sweat going. Nervously I stepped on the scale this morning and was overjoyed to find that I lost a pound! So now I only have 5 lbs to go until my goal! Or until I revise my goal...I haven't decided yet.

When I got my new haircut, I also decided to break down and buy a new pair of jeans. You know, a whole new look. I went to Nordie's and asked the first salesperson I saw to point me toward the longest jeans they had. As we approached the rack, she asked what size I wear.

"I don't know," I responded.

I'm sure that answer could not have been any more annoying.

"Well, what size do you NORMALLY wear?" she asked.

"I really don't know. I've recently lost quite a bit of weight and haven't bought any new clothes in 6 months. I would guess a 12 or 14?" I replied.

She glanced at me sideways, muttered her congratulations and pulled 3 pairs of jeans for me to try on. As she ushered me into the fitting room, she told me that she pulled a 14, a 12 and a 10...just in case. I laughed and rolled my eyes. Of course I started with the 14. Too big...I heave a sigh of relief. Then on to the 12. A little loose in the legs but not bad...I dance a happy little jig. Just for grins, I think I'll try on the 10. I'm sure it won't fit but I'll see how close I'm getting.

HOLY COW, IT FITS!!! The 10 freakin fits! And I can breathe and everything! I haven't been a size 10 since high school so I couldn't have been happier if it was a size 0. At this moment, the salesperson returns to see how I'm doing. I fling open the door with a huge smile.

"Wow, those look great," she says. "Which size are they?"

Sheepishly I respond "the 10."

And at that moment, she could have brought me ANYTHING in a size 10 and I would have bought it without question.

A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G.

Fortunately I had a haircut to get to. So I bought the jeans, cut off the tags, walked directly to the restroom, put them on and walked to my car feeling lean and strong. So this is what all that sweating was for!