February 7

For the past year or so, I have not worn much else but sweatpants and oversized t-shirts. I have a couple of nice outfits that I rotate through on Sundays, but unless a work meeting is scheduled, I look like a slob for the rest of the week.

Maybe it's because of Weight Watchers, or maybe because of the Curves thing, but yesterday I suddenly found myself in front of a sales rack with an urge to dress more nicely. I braved the dressing rooms and ended up leaving the store with an armload of new clothing.

This morning I must have been under the influence of some good karma because a client stopped by my office unexpectedly (another unheard-of event in my day-to-day life). I'm grateful I was able to greet him in something nicer than sweatpants.