Well, I have officially hit that point where I'm between plus sizes and regular sizes and...it's weird. I went to the mall last week (gasp!) to pick up a birthday gift for Kelsey (who is 20 today...choke...gasp...cough) and I decided to roll the dice and try on some jeans in the misses department. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but I was ready for disappointment and just decided to go ahead and give it a shot. Lo and behold, I didn't even need the largest misses size, which shocked me no small amount (however, I must point out here that Spandex being in jeans fabric has probably played a large role). In my happiness, I bought jeans I don't really need, but hey, they are like 5 dress sizes smaller than before WLS and so I had to redefine "need". Then today I went to Dress Barn and tried on some dresses (regular misses sizes) and though I didn't buy anything, I did discover that I don't really need to go to the store way out in Jenks anymore (the only one that carries plus sizes) and so that was another small victory. Some of the stuff was a little tight, but it will probably fit comfortably within a month or two.
And speaking of that...weight loss total hit 90 pounds today, just 10 more to go until the century mark. I still couldn't be happier with the entire process and I feel very fortunate that I am doing so well. Even my 6-month labs came back with a great report, which thrilled me. I am not anemic, which tends to be a big problem with gastric bypass patients, so that's good. My labs are all on the low side, but none of them are abnormal or anything to raise a red flag, so I'm happy about that. One strange side effect I am noticing is that I think I am finally turning into my father. Those of you who know him understand that he is part lizard and believes 100 degrees with 80% humidity is perfect weather and should be the goal of every day of the year. I won't go that far, but I am beginning to love the sunshine and I enjoy sitting outside, just soaking it up. Of course, one must bear in mind that John likes our house thermostat to be at 67 year round, so that probably has something to do with it. But I do have trouble staying warm more and more now, and when I'm inside, I'm usually in long pants, a t-shirt, sweatshirt or jacket, and super-thick, furry socks. Or I just have a cat on me. Both work great, but I do worry about what will happen when winter hits again. I may have to start wearing a parka, or maybe 2 or 3 cats at a time.