I went to my little closet (the one in the bedroom) and grabbed a pair of jeans that I haven't worn in about 2 years. I tried them on... and... they FIT!! I was so psyched! I decided that I was happy with wearing them again, but I didn't think that they were the only "new" things I could fit in again.

I went to the little closet again and pulled out a pair of shorts (ones that I had worn while in Mexico and haven't worn since -- umm... due to weight/inches gained). I tried those on, and to my surprise they fit!... Perfectly! This was really getting me motivated to get fit and stay that way... (cause then I get a whole new wardrobe again!)

Well, it's not actually 'new' so to speak, but new again. I haven't fit in some of these clothes for a few years (or didn't want to try to wear them because of the squeeze-factor). So, it's sorta like getting new clothes again. Or unpacking boxes (that I hadn't unpacked since moving in). You know you had the stuff, you just didn't have it in the front of your mind, so it's almost like it's new again.

After conquering the little closet's clothes, I decided to move on over to the big closet (with things from... *gasp*... High School). I didn't know if I wanted to take the step and get discouraged, but I wouldn't know if I didn't try. So, away to the big closet I flew in a flash, turned on the light, and sifted through my stash!

I started with some pants (not sure what else to call them... they aren't jeans, they aren't slacks, they aren't khakis... they are sorta rubbery... and look like jeans, but aren't denim) from late high school, perhaps early college. I think they are women's/junior's pants, so I was leary about trying them on. ... But, to my surprise (again), they fit!

I felt like I was on a roll, and nothing could stop me at this point. I grabbed my "let's-go-out-and-party" pants. I know for a fact that they are junior's pants... and aren't that big, so I was crossing my fingers as I pulled them on. They fit like a glove! I couldn't believe my joy/overwhelming glee that "these" pants fit. If only one pair of pants will ever fit again in my life, I would them to be my "let's-go-out-and-party" pants.

Maybe I should explain why they are called my "let's-go-out-and-party" pants. They are black. Satin. Form-fitting. And just plain awesome. Therefore, they make me feel really good when I wear them, and hence the party persona! :-)

I pranced around the kitchen (where I have my full-length mirror) for quite some time. I was so happy that these pants fit... and they looked just as awesome on me now as they did when I first tried them on. (Granted, I'm not in the same shape I was when I first got the pants, but I know that's not the point here).

Last, but not least, I tried on my floor-length, black, velour skirt. (as if I have any other skirts! Bah!) It was a smidgen tight, and seemed longer then when I wore it last, but it was nice to see that I was "close" to the wearing size again.

Unlike Jenni Nichols from High School, I don't obsess over the "size" of the pants/bottoms. I just hope they fit. Every brand has a different size scale (although most tend to be very similar), it's not the size that counts (in this conversation), but rather how they look on you or make you feel.

After trying on all those clothes the other night, I felt motivated to get my ass in shape. Well, not just my ass! hehehe. I have done a few crunches here and there, and stretches since that night, but nothing drastic. I don't want to overdo it right away and force myself to hate the exercise thing. So if I take it slow, I should be feeling and looking fit in a few good months (I hope).

Carisa