My black leather jacket from five years ago was starting to hang off of me like a used parachute, so we went shopping at Marshall's. For years I'd been trying to get Donna to buy a matching jacket, but this time she did it of her own accord. It turned out that I'd gone down two jacket sizes. When I talked to my mom the other day she asked if I was still on my diet. She doesn't get it. This isn't some fad diet that you drop after losing a little weight - it's a changed lifestyle.
