WOW!!!

This afternoon, I had to have Frank come over to check out the pants I was wearing, there was nothing wrong with them at all, but to quote "First Wives Club"... "They're better than new, they're old!" I'm almost down to a size 26, these pants only fit cuz they are stretch fabric so they pulled on, but a size 26 dress pants almost went on last night when I tried them, I could wear them if I wanted to wiggle into them and suffocate all day, but who wants that? The other wow thing happened while he was here. You know those sappy movies where you see the guy lift the girl up and twirl her around? Well, Frank has always been able to do that with me because he's freakishly strong (yes, even at 350 he did that!) Anyway, he picked me up today and after putting me down and making sure it didn't pull on my belly too much etc... he said to me "Even if I couldn't see the weight you've lost I would have known it after picking you up, the surgery is working hun." It may not be something like "You look fabulous" but it was a nice compliment none-the-less and made me run to him to give him a hug and kiss for it (he had been walking away). Love to all, I'm starting to work full time next week and I'm worn out from the c-pap not fitting and... well, bear with me. I think of all of you often and read as much as I can, but lately I'm just sooooo tired! HUGS!!! Rachel

Kewl! Dianne