It's a Small World, After All

I have to share this with you, my internet public, because I don't think my husband fully appreciates this statement:

I am currently a SIZE FOUR.

I don't think I've ever been a size four: I went from wearing kids' clothes to wearing a size eight.

Was I fat before? I thought I was about average. But now I can't imagine being four sizes larger than I am now.

I'm smaller than I was when I used to run three or four times a week, and I don't exercise or watch what I eat (except for avoiding dairy -- which I never had much of anyway -- and soy).

I guess I have breastfeeding to thank.

Don't hate me because I'm skinny. I'm sure once Henry weans this will all be only a dream. A lovely, size four dream.