New Shirts

Once again, I had my pre-dawn workout and everything went great. But as I was leaving to take my one little hell-yun to school, all-business Brenda calls me. This is how the conversation goes:
Me:Hello
Brenda: Yeah, Kelli, Hi, um, this is Brenda. I need you to go out today and get you some tight fitting tank tops.
Me: Um, what-cho-talkin-bout, Willis?
Brenda: Well, I'm tired of you wearing these big and baggy t-shirts to work out in and I just think it will make you feel more motivated. Plus, you'll be uncomfortable.
Me: Um, ok, are you under the impression that I'm not motivated and that I all of a sudden feel like I'm skinny?
Brenda: Oh, no, I just think this will make you MORE motivated if it's tight -then we will be able to see better results. Then, you're not hiding under all those t-shirts.
Me: Oh, all-right but I just want to make sure you know that I'm not hiding under the t-shirts and I'm well aware of what morbidly obese looks like and I am fully aware that I fit that profile. So, tight shirt or not - I still know I'm fat. But, I will go get some tight tank tops.
Brenda: Ok, then BYE!

I hang up thoroughly confused and now anxious about my workout tomorrow for when I have to wear this tight tank-top and a little concered that I won't be able to breathe with this constricting fabric. Stay tuned for the update.
Just one more way I'm motivated to fight the fat.