It was relatively easy for me to shop when I was 331 lbs. and wearing a size 26/28/30/32 (I list all four sizes, because I really did have clothes that spanned all four of them; the fit and brand determined the size I ultimately went with), because my body was stable, and there were certain brands I could rely upon to be consistent with how they fit.
Now? Shopping is a HUGE pain. The only thing I don’t have trouble purchasing is underwear, haha. Size XL from Target or a L from Fashion Bug and I’m good to go. But bras? Shirts? Pants? Don’t even get me started. On the bra front, I’m somewhere between a 36DD and a 38D, depending on the fit of things (TMI: I have a bit of loose skin on my breasts, so my cups often runneth over because of it). But every bra fits differently. I found that out several weeks ago, when I purchase 17 white bras in order to find one or two that would fit nicely. I wound up with two, then had to run all over the other bras back to the stores I bought them from.
Shirts? It depends on the store. At Target, I’m an XL or XXL. At Fashion Bug and Old Navy, I’m a L. At Walmart, I’m an XL. Thankfully getting the top part of shirts to fit well isn’t the challenge it once was, since my breasts are more reasonably sized.
Pants? Ergh. In a matter of two months I’ve gone from an 18 to a 14. Hello? Where did my ass, hips and thighs go? Speaking of thighs, they’re still thunderous when compared to my overall size. I have trouble with a lot of junior pants, because to get them to fit my thighs means having the dreaded waist gap and hip sag. But I’ve been trying on pants at different stores this week to nail down my exact size, and it looks as though I’m a 15 in juniors, and a 14 in “regular” plus size clothing. Yet for shorts I’m a 15 or a 17.
I’m looking forward to getting these last pounds off and stabilizing. I’m also looking forward to additional milestones, such as today’s “I’m a size 14!!!” milestone:
Oh, and I was 202.6 lbs. this morning. That’s my lowest weight yet. 
I’m just 2.7 lbs. away from being in ONEderland, and only .6 lbs. heavier than Dan (yes, I’m making him weigh himself now too haha). Yay!
