The weather here in the Pacific Northwest has been delightful or frightful, depending on how old you are. The children have rosy-cheeks and damp shoes from playing outside so long, but the grown-ups are not thrilled with the icy roads and cold temperatures.
This morning when I got dressed, I reached for a sweatshirt, a hoodie I bought last January for the Superbowl. (The Seattle Seahawks played--and were robbed, but that's another story.) Anyway, when I went shopping for sweatshirts for the whole family, I circled the racks, searching for one I would be comfortable wearing to church since our whole congregation wore outfits to support our team.
I finally settled on a size XL . . . a man's size XL. And I felt like a parade float, huge and ungainly in my gigantic sweatshirt and my extremely tight size-18 Eddie Bauer jeans. At least the sweatshirt hid the painfully tight waistband.
So today I reached for that sweatshirt because it's cold here, even inside.
And--glory be--this sweatshirt hangs loosely . . . over my size-14 jeans. The sweatshirt is way too big, as a matter of fact.
Sometimes I forget that I lost fifty pounds . . . but this XL sweatshirt reminds me of that fact. What a difference a year makes!