Surprise.

I had a rough weekend.

I ate too much junk. I had a margarita and a half and paid for it dearly the next morning. I didn't run on Sunday (see: margarita and a half).

So yesterday when I went on a spur-of-the-moment shopping trip (didn't buy anything), I was surprised to see that my same old sizes fit me, even with margarita, cheese dip, tortilla chips and ice cream still swimming around inside me.

I guess it's a good thing that I keep my guard up about those things...that the fact that I'm in sizes smaller than I've been in since high school is a surprise.

I cannot take this for granted.