I'm going to talk about my weight.

I know. This is taboo. Who writes a blog about their weight? (Ok, besides the billions of weight-loss blogs...but this is NOT one of those.)

Let me tell you a story.

I was a chunky kid. Occasionally I was teased for it. Once or twice it really hurt my feelings, but it didn't really have a detrimental effect on my body image. Once I got in junior high/high school puberty hit, my insulin resistance was under control, and I was getting plenty of exercise with dance class, a job, and high school extracurricular activities. I became fit for my height. Not stick thin, mind you. I was muscular and in shape. I was a size 8/10. See...(BTW If you make fun of this picture, I will no longer be your friend.)

Then comes college. We all know what happens in college. Especially if you're forced to eat in Gano. Hello calories. Though I didn't just blow up...I did gain about 10 pounds every year of college.

And now we're here. I'm overweight, I know. It doesn't really bother me. I still fit just fine in roller coaster and airplane seats. I love eating vegetables. I only drink diet and unsweetened beverages. I like chocolate and sweets, but I don't gorge myself on them, and I HATE the feeling of overeating, so I don't. (How's that for a run-on sentence?) I just don't exercise. I don't particularly like exercise. Dance was great for me...but then there's the stigma of being a Christian and taking dance classes. Then there's the money factor. I like treadmills and ellipticals and so forth but I lack the motivation and accessibility.

I digress.

The only thing that upsets me about my weight is shopping. It is SO DIFFICULT to find comfortable, modest, affordable clothing for women my size. Not that I would shop in Aeropostale or Abercrombie or any of those other horrendous stores, but if I wanted to, I couldn't. They don't carry my size. In stores like Charlotte Russe, I'm the biggest size they carry. And even then it's a bit tight.

So today I was desperate. I only have 1 pair of jeans that fit. I was on an emotional high from good job interviews so I decided to go shopping. For one pair of jeans. After browsing a few of my normal stores and leaving depressed because I was the biggest size and nothing fit right (and I might've felt like the size 0 sales associates were judging me), I decided it was time for a change.

So for the first time, I decided to go to...

(tune in tomorrow for part 2. :-)