I ran a couple errands after work, and as I was walking across the parking lot at the mall, I nearly got hit by a car. She was in a Jeep Cherokee, and it was dark and raining, and I was wearing charcoal grey pants and a black sweater. She may have scared ME half to death, but she was just as scared! Fortunately, she saw me in time, and I had danced/run out of the way by then, too. My heart was still pounding about 30 minutes after it happened. Whew. Too close for comfort for me!

The good news today is that I actually bought a pair of pants in a size EIGHT. Now, I'm 5'10", and until a few years ago I was always a 12/14. The last couple years I've been a pretty solid 10 and sometimes a 12, and peaked last year at a 12 again after breaking my leg. I've been working out lots these last few months, and weigh pretty much what I've weighed most of the last few years, but I'm also much fitter than I've been in the last few years. I tried on this pair of pants knowing that they were an 8 and figuring they would be a bit tight - I'd've tried a 10, but there wasn't one. I was shocked when the 8s not only fit me, but looked good!

I'm still exhausted from working - and not getting to bed early enough. I hope to be in bed at a reasonable hour tonight, so I'm working toward that goal now!

Off to make dinner and maybe run an errand with my best friend, then off to bed!