A miraculous thing happened tonight, something so fucking awesome that I can�t even begin to describe it in words. No, it wasn�t Wilbur finally tying the knot with her true love at sunset in a beautiful garden. No, it wasn�t the fantastic white wine served with dinner. No, it wasn�t that Chewba showed up today for a fabulous weekend together or anything of that nature � not even the mind-blowing nookie pre-wedding.
The shirt, beautiful lavender blouse, that I bought almost a year ago on sale at Banana Republic, the shirt that still had the tags on because I never had a place to wear it that I discovered didn�t fit soon after purchased, the beautiful blouse fits. Oh baby does it ever fit!
All buttons are able to be buttoned (even around the bust � fucking amazing). No �pooch� sticking out just above the waistline. No funny wrinkles or rolls. The skinny shirt fits.
I know that I�ve lost weight � it�s quite obvious to most people. But every time I try on �old� clothes that I love but haven�t fit since Clinton was in office I don�t get my hopes up. Fantastic olive pants? Oh yeah, they fit too. I haven�t tried on the sundresses I�ve been lugging around since 1997 but I plan on it soon.
Who knew that losing weight in a healthy manner could feel so damn good?
The breasts love the attention they get with the �old� blouses too� I mean who wouldn�t enjoy these???
currently listening: Bad, loud music from Chewba�s video game currently reading: Trading Up by Candace Bushnell