Then I thought, I’ve got 2 pair of size 12/14 jeans on the shelf in the closet, I’ll see how long it will take to get into those.  I know, I know..  brave of me but guess what??

I’m wearing them now !

I flew out of the bedroom and danced around for my husband who said, “Just what ARE you doing?”

“Look, what do you think??” I said eagerly.

“You still have scars on your tummy?” he said.

“Uhhh… no, the jeans, what do you think of the jeans?”

“They’re ok, but jeans are jeans,” he said while still looking at me funny.

Finally I blurted out, “They’re size 12/14!!!”

Ahhh.. the lightbulb went off and he told me how proud he was of me and that before I knew it I’d be wearing smaller clothes.  There’s a reason I picked him. He’s the best moral support I could ever find.  He loves me no matter what size I am and if I’m happy, he’s thrilled.

I checked in with my son and he hasn’t had the fill he needed so he’s putting weight back on.  He’s pretty much avoiding me because he knows he should make time to have it done.  I suspect he spent the money I sent for his yearly fills on household bills but I haven’t confirmed that yet.  Fingers crossed that he’ll get the fill and start losing again.

I went to my doctor yesterday to have a mole removed and discuss some other health issues like my gall bladder operation or as we like to call it the operation that never happens. She gave me a prescription for pain killers in case I get another attack. I took it to the pharmacy but they were really busy so I decided to have a wander around town for 30 minutes while the pharmacist did her thing.

While strolling I passed a lingerie store that was closed and thought, ‘That’s what I need, a new bra.”

For any of you who’ve lost weight but haven’t lost it all, there’s this point between buying clothes in a fat lady store and buying clothes off the rack. I haven’t done much shopping because I still have 30 pounds to lose and I don’t want a lot of new clothes that won’t fit in 6 months, so I don’t really know what size I am now.

We live in a small town but there are two lingerie stores on the main street so I decided I’d go there for a laugh and see what the biggest size they sold was. My mindset is still fat, but it’s beginning to change.

I went to the store and asked for the largest size and she asked if it was for me and I said yes.

“What size are you wearing now?” she asked.

“42DD,” I replied.

“How much larger do you need?”

I looked at her funny and said, “Oh, I’ve lost a lot of weight and my bra is too big but I thought you only catered to normal sized women.”

She laughed and said, “You ARE normal sized.”

I can’t tell you what a fantastic feeling that was. I know I am still fat and 30 pounds is still a lot of weight to lose, but I’m more than half way so I know it will all come off. To hear her say I was a normal size was like winning the lottery, I swear.

Then we started trying on bras. 40DD was too big. I smiled. 38DD was a bit too big. I smiled even bigger. When she brought in a 36DD I thought it would never fit and to be honest, it didn’t. The saleslady left and came back with another size 36 bra but it was an E cup. (This old woman has always been well endowed!) It fit perfectly.

Imagine what I’m going to look like once I have the boob job down to a perfect C cup!

There is no stopping me now. I can see the goalposts and I’m going through them. How cool is this!