One of my great aunts had gained quite a bit of weight over the years. When she finally decided that she needed to lose the poundage, she did a very good job of it. The only problem, The Aunt didn't change her wardrobe during the 'losing weight' phase. Finally, someone convinced her to get new clothes that fit, and they were off to do some shopping.
The Aunt looked through all of the clothing racks and came up with a couple of dresses--in size 20. Which was the size she wore before her weight loss. No amount of cajoling by her shopping companion would make her go any smaller, so off to the changing room she went. Of course, the dresses were much, much, MUCH too big--and she agreed to try on a size 18. This, too, proved to be a bigger size than she needed, so she tried a size 16. She continued to go down one size at a time till the proper one finally made its way to the room. The size she wound up with? A size 12. There's nothing like not actually SEEING yourself when you look in a mirror.
You DO Have A Mirror, Right?
