Size Matters!

Get your mind out of the gutter! THAT is not what I meant. What I meant is that after 10 weeks of training for 3-4 hours per week (steadily increasing in duration and intensity), I am starting to see results! Oh sure -- my swim times are down to 1'15" for 50 yards from nearly 2 minutes and my run pace is down to 13 minute miles from 15 minute miles and I can stay on the bike for an entire hour on my trainer before the soreness is too much to take. So, I guess you could consider those accomplishments as progress.

I say, the real test is in the dressing room! We're on Spring Break this week and the boys are on Spring Break NEXT week. So, Andreas and I took a day for ourselves yesterday (after my workout of course) and did a little shopping. This is not something that we do very often. Despite the fact that he is wildly supportive, shopping outings typically end up with me in the fetal position sobbing about how bad it stinks to be a 'curvy' girl trying to fit into designer clothes. In fact, in the fall, on my last shopping adventure, I resigned myself to conservative items in a size 10 or size 12 that would be tasteful and mature. How boring!

Let me just say that when I shop with my husband, "tasteful and mature" are not the main descriptors he is searching for when selecting an outfit for me. As he put it, "Do people (shun) Beyonce' for HER curves?" So, with his encouragement, I looked for an outfit that would be acceptable for my luncheon with the Chairman of the SEC tomorrow. To my utter shock and amazement, the size 12 numbers I pulled out were WAY too big! So, I tried size 10s. Again, WAY too big. I finally ended up with an assortment of items (all 75% off, no less) in sizes ranging from an 8 down to a teeny weeny size 4. Yes, you read it right, I bought a size 4 skirt! OK, so it had a little extra stretch but nevertheless it was a size 4 -- AND IT FIT!! Would it be wrong to take the tag out and sew it to the OUTSIDE of the skirt so that everyone can see the size -- kind of like the good people at Levi's do? Ahhh -- my progress may not be reflected on the scale just yet (Andreas says that's because of all of my new muscles!) -- but I certainly hit the jackpot in the dressing room. Finally, a shopping trip that didn't end in tears! It was a VERY good day!

Did I mention that I also bought THREE pairs of shoes? I might just have to have this smile surgically removed from my face!

Be well!