In Tears at Old Navy!

Ok, yep I'll be the first to admit.  I'm a little emotional.  *stop laughing!*  Today was a day to remember.  I took my Mom to Ft. Collins for her final checkup for bicep surgery today and while we were there we finished some Christmas Shopping.  Leon's Dad had sent some money for the kids and he asks that we use some of it for useful gifts like clothing.  So, we marched into Old Navy with the main goal of crusing the kids' clearance and finding the most clothes for them that we could with the money. 
I was on a mission, scouring the clearance racks and RAKING it in.  Some of my most awesome finds of the day were Husker shirts for both of the kids on clearance!  As you can imagine, Husker apparel is not too popular in Colorado.  Anyhow, I decided that Leon and I should get a couple of things too.  My jeans were getting a little baggy and Leon really needed a pair so I looked for some jeans for both of us and before we checked out I tried mine on.  I knew they probably wouldn't fit.  I have never been able to buy jeans from Old Navy before because either my gut and back fat hang so far over the edges that they look ridiculous or I can't even get them up over my ham hocks.  The pants I had on were 16's so I figured I better grab some 14's especially since Old Navy had always run small for me before.  I grabbed 2 pair.  Some regulars and some longs.  I figured I was probably really short and fat now so I better try the regulars on first to not be disappointed.  What the hell...  ?!?!  They're TOO BIG!!!  WHAT!?  I walked out the fitting room doors, looked at my mother and said, what size do these say?  She said 14...  I said um, I think I need to go down a size what do you think?  She said yes. those are definitely too big. 
Ok, first off, how often is it that you go buy new clothes and when you try them on they are too BIG?  I don't know about any of you but that never happens to me, ever.  So, Mom came back with a pair of 12's.  I put them on, slid right in, didn't fight or suck it in or hold my breath.  Holy crap.  I started tearing up.  My Mom looked at me and said well God you don't have to cry about it!  I honestly don't think I have ever in my life bought a size 12.  So, I didn't care how much they were, I bought them.  It didn't even matter.  I was in a 12 and I wasn't letting those puppies out of my hands. 
Next stop, Dress Barn.  Mom likes to shop there and I swore we could go since I spent so long in Old Navy.  Well, guess what.  They had clearance racks too.  Crap.  So I grabbed some 12's and tried them on.  What the heck...  they were almost too big too!!!!!   I could have gone down a size but they had none left on clearance that size so I went with the 12's and figured if I was feeling "FAT" that day I would be extra comfy.  Then I found the dresses.  Got an AMAZING dress for Shae's wedding in February :)  *size 12 by the way!*  I was really excited about that! 
So, my words of the day are SIZE 12.  I know, I'm bragging but you know what.  I deserve it.  It's my turn.  I need the whistles again.  Now, if I can get rid of these batwings I'll be good!  HA HA! 
Thanks to all of my friends and family for your support lately, I would be nowhere without you!