I've made mention of this before in my terrifying sagas of buying a new suit and just trying to find a shirt that fit me (part one, part two), but when I lose weight - and I mean really lose weight to the point of being thin and properly shaped - I want to buy a new wardrobe of suits.
I love to dress up. Even wearing my enormous, voluminous fat-man suit, I feel good wearing it. I like to look nice and put the right amount of effort in to look professional. I want a closet of nice suits I can wear to any event, or just on a normal Tuesday. I want the shirts and ties to go with them, and the shoes and belt to match.
And on top of it all, I want one really nice suit that costs a lot of money. If, by that time, I actually make enough income to justify it, my true dream is to someday go to Savile Row in England and get a suit hand tailored just for me. Something I look fabulous in. Something that turns heads. Something that highlights my personal physical accomplishment. And something is a reminder to me of what I've accomplished, and if I want to stay in my precious expensive suit, a reminder that I best keep up my weight management.
Updated March 21, 2008
