I have never ever lost that much weight before. But the weird thing is, even though I've lost that much weight, I can still pretty much wear the same clothes I've been wearing since before the surgery.

I mean, sure, they're a lot looser now, but they all still fit for the most part. Though, the way I am losing, the legs of my pants, and the butt (I am sad to be losing my junk in the trunk... how attached we've become)are so baggy it's ridiculous. But, thanks to my wide "birthing hips"(as I've been told I have), they still fit normally around the waist.

I also think I'm shrinking. Not only are my feet a whole size smaller, but I am pretty sure I am at least a little shorter. I used to be able to wear "tall" sizes, and now "average" pant legs are too long. I must measure to find out for sure.

I must confess, I wouldn't mind being a little shorter. I have been this tall since I was 12, so I've always felt like I was taller than everyone else (even though, now, at my age, 5'8 is not so tall, but still... it is at 12).

And, thank god my hair is starting to grow back. Because of some meds I was on, and my surgery, I lost about 2/3 of my hair volume. Now, I am off those meds and it's starting to come back. Thank you Jesus. Being an almost bald chick is no fun!

I am finally on the upswing from all this, and I couldn't be happier.

Well, I could be happier... I suppose if this man I am involved with was here instead of somewhere far away, but I know this is what it is, and I have no expectations of things to come at this point.

Though, in a conversation last night, he made a comment about "when" we are together, and said he is no longer thinking in terms of "if."

We'll see. I've been out with enough men to know that I'll believe it when I see it.

But right now's not so bad.