The truth about "Expanda"

I need to start at the beginning.
When I first started eating healthy, I asked my two favorite co-workers to help keep me accountable.  They are both health nuts and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the fact that I needed their help.  I, also, asked my most favorite to inquire about my previous evening's work-out schedule.  It might seem drastic to you, friend...but trust me, I know me.  And I know that I need accountability.  Do I like accountability?  Ummmm...not so much...but every night, I would think twice before having a snack after dinner because I knew I would be asked to give a report the following day.

Fast forward 1-1/2 years...
Last December, my favorite and I were having one of our many daily chit-chats about food and such.  I believe we were discussing something healthy but this particular item had a high fat count.  My opinion on fat count:  he fat didn't matter because it was winter.  And just like the squirrels, I was totally ok with gaining 5 to 10 pounds.  I, then, proceeded to confess that my winter wardrobe was one size bigger than my summer wardrobe.  My favorite co-worker was completely dumbfounded and as I recall, he did not have an adequate rebuttal.  I'm pretty sure his lack-of-response was due to the fact that he was thinking, ANGIE GOOD IS A GENIUS!!!

A month or so later, he was consuming Greek yogurt and he informed me that he was going to go buy fat boy pants.  We deemed the term "expanda-pants" then...as I was working on a supply order of expanda-files. 

Earlier this week, my t-shirt top was literally 5 sizes bigger than what I needed, we deemed the top "expanda-top." 

Anytime we make a poor food choice (i.e. split a box of Junior Mints or share a Greek yogurt), we tease one another about needing stretch pants.

I'm happy to report tonight that my expanda-top got fixed at sewing.  It wasn't easy removing all the seams and re-cutting and then re-sewing...the ripping out of the seams was nerve-wracking.  Another sewer in the class said, "Wouldn't it have been easier to just go and buy new fabric?"  Too which I concurred...but the more I thought about it, ripping out those seams and correcting the problem helped me learn what NOT to do.  For example, I will no longer wait until the shoulders are stitched in place before trying on what I am sewing.  It was a What-not-to-do in reverse. 

I, also, learned how to take in seams in case the top doesn't lay right.  It was quite helpful and not my raspberry top fits like it was tailored for me...which it was made for me...by me!!!  I can sew!!!