The day I bought the shirt was a depressing fitting room experience. After months and months of hard work, it was the first item I had to buy back up a size. There were tears shed in the dressing room that day. I was back up to 160 from 145ish. It wasn't tragic, but I was angry with myself for allowing it to happen. This should have been my wake-up call to get my butt in gear. It wouldn't have taken much to lose pounds put on that fast, I know that now. Instead, I just gave up that day. That was the old me.
I pulled the all-telling shirt from the back of my closet this morning, remembering the weight I was when I bought it. It was snug back then, at 9 lbs less than I am now. I knew there was no possible way it would fit comfortably. What's the harm in just trying it on, right? I figured it would be a good gauge as to where I'm at in comparison. Amazingly, it fits better than it did back then. And I weigh more.
Yet another example that the scale "lies". Don't gauge your successes just by that number that flashes back at you. It doesn't know as much as we give it credit for.