It gets complicated

Today I had the opportunity to sneak off for a couple hours all by myself and do some clothes shopping. This does not happen very often, and I'm pretty sure this was the first time since my diagnosis.

Last year, it was a blast to shop for clothes. I had gone from a size 14 to a size 6. I'm still 10 pounds away from my actual goal, but am tired of being in the mindset that I have to lose more weight. I've been able to maintain where I am since my diagnosis, and being on Tamoxifen, that is no small feat. So I'm starting to try and get a mindset of being happy where I am. Of course, if 10 pounds would magically fall off, I'd be thrilled. I'll still work on it, but decided not to put off the shopping. (Maybe its the chapter in the bible study book I'm doing about being content?)  Besides, the opportunity does not present itself very often. And hey, if I lose 10 pounds or more and need to get clothes smaller than a 6, well...then, I'll go buy 4s!

Shopping is still fun-6 is pretty much my size right now and that is beyond amazing.

I had the forethought to put on my foobies at the last minute before heading out the door. I was mainly looking for shorts and tops. The first few tops I tried on fit great with the foobies. As I was slipping the third one on, I realized...maybe I should try them on without the foobs. I don't wear them all the time, and I don't want to be locked into having to wear them all the time. So I had to go back, take off the bra, put the clothes back on. It's a little more complicated than it used to be!

In the end, it was a very successful shopping expedition. I got 3 pairs of shorts and several tops that are different from those that I already have.  It was fun, even with the added complication.