I just bought a beautiful crepe silk shirt from Ann Taylor Loft. (Serious luv for that store) I wore it to work and looked all classy and $h!t but then stopped at the grocery store on my way home. While trying to pick out a loaf of bread I started to feel a little warm and a bit shaky. I knew I was headed due south but Roxy (my Dexcom) hadn’t beeped at me telling me I was in the danger zone. I continued shopping as fast as I could, got into my car and downed a Capri Sun I keep in my trunk for an occasion such as this. Then I looked down at my shirt. I had pretty much sweated through the entire thing. That classy look sure took a turn for the worse. I felt like Al Brooks in Broadcast News.