I'm rambling again...

The scales seem to be moving again. In the last week I've lost five pounds and I'm pretty happy about that. More importantly, I've lost 20 inches in the last couple of months. Woohoo! That's over 100 inches since surgery. I'm not sure of the exact total because I was not together enough to measure until about 3 weeks after surgery and by then I'd lost 27 pounds. I called my sister to tell her that I had worn a pair of size 12 pants to work and she informed me that she wears a size 10. This is my skinny sister and I'm only one size away. OK, really about a size and a half since the 12's are snug. I'm having a hard time wrapping my mind around this. The other night when I went to buy those size 12 pants, I kept feeling like someone was going to send me back to the plus size department or the cashier would ask if I wanted to exchange the pants for a larger size. I can now wrap a regular size bath towel around me without a gap. I don't have to use a bath sheet to cover myself. I went in for spine x-rays this morning. The x-ray tech who was a little guy was able to slide me around on the table like I weighed nothing. I kept starting to move myself and he would stop me, slide me over to another spot, roll me over, whatever he needed to do. I've never had an x-ray tech be able to move me; I always had to scoot an inch over, slide down, etc myself. I've never had anyone be able to move me around like that; I've always been a mass of humanity that wasn't budging unless I wanted to budge. This was really a week of compliments on my weight loss. It's funny that I still see a big round girl when I look in the mirror. The other day I was in a clothing consignment shop that I had never been in before. I was walking through the rows of racks and saw that there was another room at the end of an aisle and there was a woman standing in the doorway. I started to go into that next room when I realized that there wasn't another room and the woman standing in the doorway was actually my own reflection in a mirror. Connie

Thanks Happy Girl. I have had some similiar experiences. I bought a pair of 12 jean shorts at a yard sale for the summer and I can already wear them. People are starting to tell me I need to stop the weight loss and I just smile. My 14's are getting baggy but I have difficulty thinking about buying the 12 pants. Will wait till after the new year and try to find some yard sales or used clothing stores. I am wearing the 12-14 tops now from Wal-mart. It still amazes me when people stop in their tracks when they realize it is me and they have not seen me recently. I wore a velous Christmas Green outfit tonight that was a medium. I cannot remember ever being this small and starting to feel small and tall.

Hi Connie; I'm delighted to see that you are "Rambling" again. You always seem to get to the heart of the matter and make me look at myself and my own progress in a better light! I too seem to be seeing some downward momentum in my arch-enemy the scale. This is despite the odd Christmas cookie or other no-no. I too am noticing more and more symtoms of "NORMALCY" all of the time. I have used over-sized bath towels for years and now, I'm finding myself getting lost in them! What I find particularly pleasing is going to a store (not the BIG and Tall) and picking up a piece of clothing and deciding that it is way too small, only to find out that it is large enough to invite along a friend! It's a strange trip, but I'm so glad I'm taking it and so glad to have you and all of the great people on this board along for the ride. Take care and be well. Mike

Connie - I can relate to being moved around like a rag doll to a degree. I was shocked and amazed when my DH was picking me up and moving me around. I always feel like I'm going to break his back! I had to laugh aloud at your tale of walking toward your reflection. I haven't done that yet, but I do have to admit to being a window watcher. I just *have* to catch my reflection to see what I look like!!! Dina

Me too...I know that my clothes are smaller than they've been since I was 12; I know that people are telling me every day how wonderful I look; I know that when I saw my girlfriends in NYC, they were absolutely stunned and thrilled for me, one of them cried and couldn't stop hugging me; another said she had a hard time looking at me because it was like the "old" me died and an alien had taken my place! So, the world around me tells me I've lost a great deal of weight and that I look better. But I honest-to-God still sees and feels like my fat self. It is so strange. I'm even finding it disconcerting enough to avoid mirrors because I just don't know what's real...anyway, sweetie, you sound happy and content and at peace with where you are at right now with everything. I'm very, very proud of you. Maureen

heehee...girl I can so relate to the "mass of humanity" I always was so mortified at hospitals when getting x-rays or cat scans and such or simple things like sitting next to someone and having to move the chair over 2 feet I wanted to crawl under the chair instead of spilling over it!!! Being moved around on the x-ray table and not spilling over in a chair or having to move your chair, that is DEFINITELY some of the many perks of being thinner. Its what keeps me motivated! I am sooo sick of being over 200 pounds now and am getting so close, and even though I have been snacking on those christmas cookies and such, I am still determined that I will get past the snacking and get back on track so I can have MORE of those little wow moments! Wishing you all the best and continued success!!! Elizabeth M