Facing the truth

Back in September 2008, I stood in front of my closet, surrounded by rejected skirt suits and blouses littering the floor. After several months of ignoring the fact that a growing number of clothing items were no longer capable of being fully zipped or worn at all, it was time to face the truth. Considering I vehemently refuse to buy anything over a Size 6 (not really an accomplishment of skinniness at barely 5'5") this meant sewing my mouth shut indefinitely. A little gym time couldn't hurt either, and after working 14+ hour days for the last year, seeing the inside of a gym was not something that happened routinely. And so it began...