I AM...

...an enormous gigantic freakishly large (and large-footed) huge and large person.

And not because (as my husband so sweetly reminded me) I have made promises about upping my exercise but which promises are on very shaky ground (and some of that was due to a couple of blisters that resulted in me wearing only crocs for a couple weeks) and not that he doesn't have a point on that, but that's not the reason.

I had the "pleasure" of spending today clothes shopping with a smallish (read, about a size 4) person. Tina is short so her size suits her. Clothes fit her. I guess I could look on the bright side and realize that I won't fritter my money away on cashmere sweaters and cute jeans and adorable boots, all at great prices. I could console myself with the idea that anything new that I do have will likely be custom made for me, which sounds quite chic. I could regret the comfort lunch I had of butter chicken and paneer tikka at a fantastic Indian restaurant we found (Tina and her family spent 4 years in Nigeria and she is crazy about Indian food, too--not that lunch is too much a part of the problem because I've never figured out to lose weight in my BONES or make my feet shrink). OR, I could feel like a ginormous AMAZON because the largest pants and skirt size in any store was a 10, which looks really like a 6, that sweaters sized XL would be a tight fit on Ava. OK, maybe that lunch might be a factor over time--I figure if I drop 40 pounds or so, I'll be rockin' the shoppin' here.

*Sigh*

Maybe I'll get some furniture. Furniture isn't something you have to fit into. Furniture doesn't care if you have big feet or if you didn't exercise this week. Furniture stays the same size, unlike some clothing items I've owned.