Good morning all! Thank you so much for all the comments on my last weigh in. I've gotten the question "What size are you in?" a couple times now so I guess it's time to fess up. Honestly, I'm in the same size I have been in for the last 2 years with minor modifications. I'm still in an 18. Truth be told, once I hit a certain weight I loathed shopping (I know many of you can relate). I hated going to normal stores, unable to find ANYTHING and I loathed the options at the Fattie stores like Lane Bryant. I've never looked good in florals regardless of what Laney thought. So I stopped shopping unless I really had to. That being said, I think most of my current 18's are pretty stretched out so they're closer to a 20/22. Now, are my clothes fitting better? Yes and No. Some of my "smaller" 18's (women know what I'm talking about here) fit MUCH better and look nicer (see previous post about my old new shirt). My "bigger" 18's are looking baggy and a little sloppy. My 18W jeans are literally falling off me but I'm holding out until January to buy new ones because that's when stuff goes on sale. OK so enough about my nonprogress on the clothes front.
Ask and ye shall receive...the PINK hair. (disclaimer: I had no photographer so I took them myself so the angles are a little off. Incidentally I have VERY short arms. LOL)
OK...I know I've rambled on and I appreciate you sticking with me. To reward you for your efforts, I leave you with a joke...
Two boys, ages 8 & 10, were always getting into trouble. Their mother heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with the boys. The clergyman agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her 8 year old to see him the following
morning, intending to send the older boy in the afternoon. The clergyman, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and sternly asked,“Where is God?” The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response. The clergyman repeated the question in a even sterner tone,“Where is God?” When the boy made no attempt to answer, the clergyman got to his feet and bellowed,“WHERE IS GOD?” The boy screamed and bolted from the room. When his older brother found him hiding in his closet, he asked,“What happened?” The younger brother, gasping for breath replied,“We’re in BIG TROUBLE this time, dude. God is missing–and they think we did it!”