Sizing leaves me at a complete loss now. Especially the 6 jeans. Which I think is totally bogus except I'm also in a S in the Target leggingish workout pants and they aren't tight. So who the hell knows.

I'm somewhere in the 8/M range now, with the occasional 6 or 1o depending on the brand and cut. Which I'm happy with, except for how every inch of me is *soft*. Muscle tone, I don't haz it.

I was a six for most of my life. But I also had no breasts at all for most of that time. Okay, I exaggerate. But only slightly. I am currently about a ten, I think, but want to be about an eight. I would like to take about thirty pounds off.

It's a tad frustrating, because I have been working out more, and so has the SO. And of course, his weight loss is gradual, controlled and consistent, and correlates directly to when he works out or doesn't.

Mine fluctuates wildly and has no apparent connection to what I eat or how hard I work out. It is hard to stay motivated under those circumstances.

However, I note that some of the exercises are getting easier, and I'm sore in the appropriate areas afterward, so I must be making progress, whether or not I see it in my waist measurement at the moment.

And adding cardio to my life, however goofy, is probably a good thing. I just think I need to significantly alter my eating patterns, which I am finding difficult and fraught.

God, I hate buying shirts. I have the arm length of a person who is nearly 6 feet tall, but especially in the, uh, dowdier brands (Lands End I am looking at you) I need a small for shoulders and bust. Thank god for all those people who wear 3 inch heels and like their pants dragging on the ground, because it means that at least half of my pants are now long enough.

If I ever have a Scarlett O'Hara moment, it will be, "As god is my witness, I'll never wear highwaters again."

I haven't found anything equivalent for grumpy agnostic single people.

I once had serious thoughts of creating such a thing.

I have too, but I'd have to serve as the bad example.

The smallest size I've been is as an adult is 14 and it seemed pretty clear then that my skeleton would wear no less than a 12. I got my father's family's broad build.

The ampersand was in the alphabet? Cool.

If I ever have a Scarlett O'Hara moment, it will be, "As god is my witness, I'll never wear highwaters again."

I need to know why there are pants that seem to be the right length when I'm standing up, but the hem makes a beeline for my knees when I sit down. Something weird about the cut. I never remember to check that when I'm trying them on.

The smallest size I've been is as an adult is 14 and it seemed pretty clear then that my skeleton would wear no less than a 12.

I think if I literally starved, I could be maybe a 10 or an 8. *Maybe.* The smallest I've been as an adult is 14, and that was with Weight Watchers and a lot of exercise and -- notably -- was pre-SSRIs.

I'd like to fit back into my pleather pants which are (I think) a 16.

Men's dress pants tend to do that. I find it very amusing, especially if their socks are too short and you get calf.

The ampersand was in the alphabet? Cool.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

And if it was in the alphabet, it should still be there, right? We should launch an internet campaign to put it back. Or persuade someone else to, so we can watch.