Bizarre Moments of My Life (The Continuing Saga)

I went to Kohl's today to buy some jeans and a shirt. I know my pant size so that was not too hard (try finding an adult pair of jeans with 28 length - they don't exist). But my shirt sizes always seem to change depending on the shirt and the store. My brother-in-law got me a golf shirt a few weeks ago that was labeled a medium, but the darn thing just hangs off me like a sail. I feel bad about that. In any case at Kohl's I tried on some medium shirts since medium is usually what I fit. However, the shirt that I bought ended up being too large for me in medium so I had to buy it in small. That may not sound like much but for me to fit into any shirt, size small is something to write home about. I still can't believe it. I'm sitting here writing this post about trying on shirts when I should be writing about something a little more profound, but I just can't get past wearing a small.

Someone at church mentioned that I looked like I was wasting away. =) I sincerely think that is primarily because of how big I was before and not because I am actually that small. I'm not. But still, there is something to be said for fitting into a smaller size shirt that does work wonders for the old self-esteem. I just hope that higher self-esteem doesn't build on an already large ego. That might make me even more unbearable than I already am. I guess I'll just have to chance that (read: sarcasm).