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One of the issues with spending the summers writing is that my writing uniforms, daytime pajamas, are usually quite roomy (an active sleeper, I buy them a size too large). I don’t notice when the weight is creeping up (due to all that chocolate eating – lets not even talk about the upcoming post Halloween candy sales).

Then, in the fall, I go back to a contract gig with a business dress code and I notice… my suits don’t fit that well anymore.

There is nothing frugal about gaining a dress size. An additional dress size means an entirely new wardrobe (except for shoes which is my theory for why there are shoe freaks, shoes almost always fit). It means discarding my ol’ faves, that sky blue Italian blazer that never fails to make me feel beautiful, that black pair of slacks with a bit of stretch for fat days. It means instead of building a wardrobe over time, I have to build it overnight. Costly and…

I’m not gonna do it.

I’m taking the other alternative. I’m trimming down. That means that chocolate is back to being a treat, not a food group. That means having soup with my dinners (I find soup fills me up so I still feel stuffed without actually stuffing myself).

I’m not doing it for myself. I’m not doing it for the hubby (though he likes to think so). I’m doing it for the navy pinstripe power suit hanging in my closet.