Who IS This Person I've Become?

I looked in the mirror a couple of days ago, and was a little shocked -- for a split second -- to not recognize my own face. I had colored my hair a little darker, I was tan (for me, anyway), and I was wearing (fake) diamond stud earrings (which I never wear). Has that ever happened to you? It was a weird shock to the system.

And today? I am currently wearing 4 1/2 inch heels to do housework.

Also, the jeans I am wearing are skin tight.

Let me explain: I'm trying to break in the shoes I'm wearing for the wedding in a couple of weeks. I have never worn heels this high or skinny. They're strappy, too, so I have to work on my balance. And the jeans? I bought shorts the other day that were size 6. They fit, so I bought a pair of jeans that are size 6 without trying them on. They don't fit. If I lose the 5 more lbs. that I have left to lose, I'll fit into them. But I thought maybe if I wore them enough, they'd get looser and I could wear them. (Because right now, I have no jeans that fit me. I'm between an 8 and a 6, apparently.)

I feel like one of those crazy housewives from the 50s that wore heels while vacuuming.

(Remember this picture?)

UPDATE: After reading this post the next day, I realize that the whole size discourse could be misconstrued as boastful or bragging. But you know what? Maybe it's not misconstruing 'cause, dang it, I'm proud. I have NEVER fit into a 6. EVER. I went from a girls' size 14 to a juniors' 9 in SEVENTH GRADE. And don't worry, I'm not becoming this shallow person. But it feels good to have a healthy self-image for once.