The Not So Incredible Shrinking Woman

I've had an ongoing sinus thing, in addition to my teeth thing, in addition to my blood sugar thing, yada, yada, yada. So since the only time that I leave the house Tuesday through Saturday is to take my son to school (not on Saturday, I'm not THAT mean), it's not unheard of for me to spend most of the week in pajamas. They are warm, so I don't have to turn the heat up as high (I'm uber-cheap), they are comfy, and I have a lot of really cute pajamas.

A couple of weeks ago (what, you slacker! you're just telling this now?), we went to go finish up our Christmas shopping. I got dressed (in real, actual clothes), and NONE of my jeans fit. Unlike my past life-experiences of pants not fitting after a week or so in pajamas, they were not all too small. This time all of my jeans were too big. Including the pair that I had just bought the week before. In the past month or so, I've gone from a size 24 to a size 20.

A week later, I put on one of my new pairs of jeans (the size 20's), and they were getting loose. I tried on a pair of 18's to see, and I'm only about an inch away from fitting into a size that starts with a 1.

I haven't fit into a size 18 since I got pregnant with Austin. And that was only for about a couple of weeks, because well, I got pregnant with Austin. The last time before that when I wore an 18, was when I was 18. Yeah. 30 years ago.

A couple of years ago, I was kidding around with my husband, and he said that I would "never" get a tiara. Hmmm. Never, huh? A few days later I was at a mass-market store and saw a cute t-shirt on the clearance rack that read "kiss my tiara". For only $3. It didn't fit. I figured it would never fit. But that was one tiara I could buy. So I did.

Last weekend, I wore that junior's size XL t-shirt to finish up our Christmas shopping. I'm thinking about adding some bling to it while it still fits. But he should remember... don't ever tell me "never."