My Royal Weekend!

Well, I have lots of pictures to share from the weekend. My big secret was that I was a Duchess in one of our Mardi Gras Krewes and it's a secret right up until the presentation. I work for a trucking company, so my group dressed as truckers and truck stop personnel. It was fun. I wish I'd felt a little better, I've still got the crud, but I still had a great time. Enjoy the pics.

Some of the guys and my hubby dressed as truckers.

Some of the girls.

More of the girls.

Duchess Angelica XXVIII and Duke Andrew XXVII

sound very official doesn't it?

The King & Queen

My Duke and I as we entered the ball room.

This is our official picture that was in the program

And this was back in October at the Captain's toast when we found out

who all was on the Royal Court.

I have so much blog reading to do to catch up from my long weekend. I hope everyone has a great day.

Big Hugs,

T

Double Nickle Baby!

55 down as of this morning! What a great feeling, although I don't really see much of a difference, from 50 down, but I'll take it. People have really been complimenting me lately on my weight loss so maybe others can see it. In any case, I'm here at 211 meaning I have 45 pounds to get to my goal. Being over half way there feels good to me.



In other news, I have the crud and feel like crap. This happens to be on the eve of a really big night for me (remember the Mardi Gras secret?) I'll tell you all about it on Monday. So, all of you send me your feel good vibes, I want to enjoy the night.



Things weighing on my mind today: Lori at LD Swims is having some issues with her band and will likely have to have it removed. That is a huge fear for me and I really hope the everything works out for her! Today Shrinking Mommy has gall bladder surgery. So keep these bloggers in your thoughts. I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend. Thanks for all the support!
Giant Hugs,
T

The man in the shed...

Many of you follow my husband's blog , so I don't have to tell you that he's a funny guy. His blog today about the Man Shed was particularly funny to me, especially when he commented on my subtle hints when he spends too much time in his shed. He is a good man and a wonderful husband to me, even when I'm all Lifetime televisioned up with the drama. And I know that he needs his space, on most days I'm glad he has a place to go and unwind. One of the things about John is that he is very good at articulating his feelings, I mean for a man, and he has helped me in that area as well. I was married to a really needy man before and John is anything but that. My ex couldn't do anything with out consulting with me first. When I married John, I mistook his manly ways for aloofness. I felt that since he wasn't following me everywhere, that he must not love me. When in fact he loves me enough to let me become the person that I want to be. He encourages me to do theatre projects,the variety show I do in the summer, even if it's a logistics nightmare with all of our kids, he encourages me to explore my artistic talents and he's proud of me when I do my thing.

When I fell in love with John, I had never experienced a mature love before, not one that was based on respect and mutual admiration. I was in a very broken marriage and so I spent the greater part of the first half of my marriage to John, second guessing him and waiting for the other shoe to fall. I spent a lot of time and money on therapy trying to heal some of my brokenness so that I wouldn't lose this second chance that I'd been given.

The man is infinitely more patient with me than I am with him. When I talk to him about something that's bothering me, he doesn't get defensive, he listens before he talks (unlike his wife!) We have only been married for four years, but I can't imagine being married to anyone else. I feel like we've been together forever. That's the way it should be. I'm a lucky woman.

Big Hugs!
T

It's definitely Monday!

Hi guys. I had a good weekend, lots of activity and fun times. And then, today I'm back at work, trying to stay focused, when I get an e-mail from the girl in my Attorney's office. My ex-husband is being a real jerk, still fighting over child support issues and well, it just really makes sad. He just sues me for everything and now is trying to hold me in contempt for something that is just plain stupid, but, stupid or not... I still have to pay a lawyer to take care of it and it still stresses me the hell out! I hate when things like this happen, I get stressed I get tight and I get stressed and I want to eat, it's not a very good combination.

On a happier note, this coming weekend is a big Mardi Gras event, one that I have had to keep secret. I will share with you what it is when it's over. I'm getting nervous and excited. I hope everyone had a nice weekend. I did, it was very busy. I'm ready for a little down time. Take care.
Big Hugs!
T

I feel validated

I do! Thanks to all of you. It's nice to know that my struggles and insecurities are not mine alone. I love it when a reader says they feel the same way about something as I do. It's nice to feel so much support. There seams to be a commonality among women and men who have weight loss surgery. I think that it's a pretty drastic solution to a struggle that must certainly be very long standing, in order to get to the point of surgery. That is certainly the case with me. Years and years of yo yo dieting, feeling helpless, hungry, angry and just plain tired of doing something that I knew would lead me right back down the same path as before. I can't adequately express how liberating it feels to believe for once that reaching a healthy goal weight and staying there is a real possibility.

Although I have been feeling exposed as I talked about in my last couple of posts, I realize that these changes that I'm experiencing are normal and the discomfort is a necessary part of personal growth. I want to incorporate all of the physical and emotional changes I'm experiencing and ultimately emerge as a stronger more confident version of myself.

I know I have much work to do and a long way to go. I'm glad I don't have to go it alone. Again, thanks for sharing the journey with me. It's Friday folks, another weekend of Mardi Gras Madness, I'll share details on Monday!

Big Hugs!
T

Exposed part 2

Thank you for the wonderful comments from yesterday's post. I'm feeling better today and I truly appreciate all the insight that you have given me. I know I'm not alone here and it means so much to me. Even my hubby mentioned my drama in his blog today!

After reading your comments, I started really thinking about why I'm feeling the way I am and why the changes in me can be perceived as negative. Here are a few of my thoughts on the matter:

• When I was really big, I was much more of a people pleaser. It was very important to me that people like me. Now, I still want to be liked, but I feel like if someone doesn't, it's not the end of the world.
• When I was really big, I was more over-the-top. I always felt like I had to grab people's attention right away and keep them wowed with my wit and charm so that they would somehow miss out on the fact that I was huge!
• When I was really big, everything was really big...my earrings, my hand bags, I had a bit of a shock factor I suppose, even when I look back at pictures of myself, I realize that I'm being goofy in nearly every picture. I don't feel the need to be the clown now. Now I think I blend in better.
• When I was really big, I felt it my duty to be on point and funny at all times, now I think I'm still funny, but when I'm not in the mood to be the "life of the party" well then, I'm just not.

After writing this, I realize that I really have changed. I think perhaps now, I'm a little truer to myself. I'm excavating the real me. It's not easy for me and I'm certain that It's not easy for the people around me. It's all a learning process. I feel very fortunate that I have you all for support and guidance. To those who've been through this stage and for those who are approaching this stage, it's nice to know we are in this together.

Have a great day !

Big Hugs!

T

Feeling Exposed!

That's right! I've been noticing lately that the thinner I get, the thinner skinned I get too. Getting banded, losing weight, learning to cope with stress without being able to binge has been a very difficult and challenging part of this journey. This is something that I thought I was prepared for, but I suppose I really wasn't.

I find that my feelings get hurt even more easily than before and that can be bad for those around me, as I am very tender-hearted to begin with. I've always cried easily too, now I find that I don't cry about the same things I used to cry about, now I cry about things that are more personal, rather than a commercial or a greeting card. Not that I'm any less touched by those things, but it seams that I have a little more control over those emotions, however, when it's personal I get hurt more easily.

Now here's the hard part for me. As I get smaller, I feel exposed, less protected than I did before. I take things more personally, I feel paranoid that people are talking about me negatively, that they are judging me. I feel like I've lost a layer of protection from the cruel world. My excuse for everything has been my eating disorder, my fat, all those things that have held me back. Slowly those things are changing. Change is hard.

Last night I had a friend tell me that I've changed, that I am not the person I used to be, that I used to be full of life, spontaneous and fun and always ready to go at a moment's notice. This friend and I go way back, we have been friends through some really difficult times in my life, my divorce, 2 storms, and the consequent displacement, the blending of mine and my husband's families. I have changed. Those things change a person. I'm different too, in that I no longer have my go-to stress relief, the almighty binge, my thick and thin forever friend is no longer my companion. I have had to learn how to cope without it and not replace that with something else destructive. It has been hard and I guess my friend is right. I'm not the same as I once was. How do I learn to incorporate this change in me? How do I salvage relationships that are dear to me without sacrificing myself? How do I become the person that I've been avoiding for so long? How can you be assured that people will still love the you that comes out on the other side of this journey?

I keep saying it, but change is hard.

On a lighter note, it is Wednesday, halfway through the work week.
Big Hugs!
T

Recap of the weekend...

I hate this picture, but my husband was acting like a fool, making goofy faces, so all the ones that I look okay in, he looks like he has an IQ of -50!
This is my sister and my bestie.

The Royal King Jean Luc XXXII

You really can't get the full glory of this, but the guy in the tutu is a friend of ours and he was the sugar plum fairy in a mini "Nutcracker!" It was so funny, he's a big dude to be in a tutu! I have yet to figure out how to place pictures within the text of a blog, so everytime I write a blog and then go back to add pics, they are on top...please excuse!

Howdy folks, Happy Valentine's day and happy Monday! I hope you all had a nice weekend. I did, although it was crazy busy, filled with Mardi Gras Madness and according to my husband, one "batshit crazy episode." Let me give you a quick recap of the weekend.

Friday night we had a cocktail party for one of our Mardi Gras Krewes. We were asked to join a group of people on a party bus, it's a Greyhound type bus that has been converted to a party bus, with disco lights, leopard carpeting and even a stripper pole. We got on the bus and went to a couple of real hole in the wall bars for drinks, then on to the cocktail party.

Saturday we went to a pre-ball cocktail party at a local casino and then on to the ball. One of our good friends was the King of that Krewe, so it was quite exciting to be in the King's party. Our friend the King, is a cardiologist, and an avid blackjack player, so we went as playing cards, the king of hearts. It was really fun!

Sunday morning, we had the King's brunch, it was amazing, wonderful food, a jazz band and great fellowship, only downside, I was stuck and sick for most of it.

Here is my new theory. Last weekend I had a similar experience. We had a Mardi Gras Ball to go to. The night of the ball, I was able to eat just about anything I wanted to, I even ate a sandwich on thick bread. I drank pretty much and overall, had a wonderful time, and did I mention, I was able to eat well.

The very next morning, I wake up, tighter than tight. I take it really slow, but get stuck on the first thing I try to eat, that day ended up being a day of total stuckness, and puking. The same thing happened this weekend. Saturday night, I'm able to eat and drink without even feeling like I have a band and then the next morning, slammed shut! When I got to the brunch, the food looked amazing, they had Eggs Benedict, Grillades and Grits, lots of wonderful Louisiana brunch foods, Mimosas and Bloody Marys, yum. When we got there, I had a Bloody Mary and ate a bite of the olive and I'm talking, stuck. I had a couple of sips of the Bloody Mary and it burned like hell, I tried water, it was all just piling up. I finally went to the ladies room and got sick, I ended up getting sick three times before it was all said and done and had a day of not being able to eat anything. My theory is this.....When you eat like a pig on Saturday, you're gonna pay like Hell on Sunday, I'm just sayin! I wonder how many more of these times it will take before I learn my lesson!

In other weight-loss related news, I have not seen movement on the scale in well over a month, other than the typical fluctuation from morning to night and the slightly up on Monday morning thing. However, I have clothes that fit me last month that I can't wear now. It's bizzarre. I don't really understand it. How can things change without the scale moving. I also have noticed the change in my body that I noticed a couple of months ago before a nice loss, I got really squishy....I know, it's sounds terrible, it is....but it's the truth, I'm squishy, I hope that soon I will have a shift in things and get some scale satisfaction.

I guess that about covers things, I hope you all have a wonderful day! And, I'm blown away that I have 200 followers, thank you so much!

Big Hugs,

T

The man stole my mojo!

That's right, my husband stole my blogging mojo. He even admitted it to me last night. It's really gone to his head that he has 35 followers, and one (Read) professing love for him. Hell, Tina even wrote about him on her blog. It's funny, that yesterday I sat at my computer to write a blog entry and....NOTHING, nada, zilch. I had nothing, I found myself saying: "Self, you have in-house competition, you better make this interesting!" Then of course I came to my senses... I think I'm pretty clever at times, especially after a couple glasses of the vino, and I've been told I'm funny. However, I met my match when I married John, that man is funny and can tell a story like no other, we have friends who request the same story over and over again, not because they want to hear the story, but because he's so freaking funny and cute and extremely animated when he tells it! So...in case you haven't' figured it out, we have some pretty good times over at our place. Tina's husband (the man in the chair) has a blog too, mostly about food. He's not the most consistent blogger, but he's funny. I started following him yesterday, which brought his total followers up to 2, so he did a celebratory post, it was cute!





I have a totally busy weekend ahead of me. Tonight a cocktail party for one Mardi Gras Krewe, tomorrow a costume ball for another Mardi Gras Krewe, Sunday the King's brunch for the first Krewe, whew....I'm tired just talking about it. Tonight we are riding on the party bus to several bars prior to the cocktail party. I hope my liver can handle it.





In band news, I'm doing much better, not stuck yesterday....I'm actually about to call my husband to tell him I need a fill, that will be worth a giggle.





I'm excited about BOOBS 2.0, Vickie and I will be roomies again this year! I can't wait to see everyone again!





BYOC....sort of....here's my version:

• I love Fridays, hate Mondays.


• My middle name is Rose (first name Theresa). Named for a saint and a flower!


• No tattoos, no plans to get any.


• Total of 2, 1 hole in each ear


• Blogland, my hubs started a blog, BOOBS 2.0, fun!


• Real life: Mardi Freaking Gras!

I think that about sums it up. Thank you all for the support, the wonderful comments and for embracing my hubby's blog. I think it's really cool that he is sharing his point of view. He is a wonderful source of support for me in all areas of my life. And, he is indeed quite patient, one would have to be to live with me. Have a wonderful weekend, I'll post pics of the festivities next week!

Big Hugs!

T

He slices, dices, grills and thrills...

And now, he blogs! My hubby has really started a blog....check him out here. I think it'll be fun!

Thanks for all the support.

Big Hugs!

T

Pearl is pissed!

That's right....my band is irritated with me! It all started on Sunday. After a night of fun and cocktails. I woke up Sunday and knew that I was very tight. I drank water and it was slow going down, but I went to the grocery store and then my husband wanted McDonalds (cure for a hangover). So, I got a chicken nugget happy meal, this was at 12:30, I had been up for a while. So, I eat one nugget really slowly and a couple of fries and I'm stuck, stuck bad. I get sick and later on drink a glass of milk. Later that day we go to a Super Bowl party and I got stuck on a sausage ball, I get sick there and then have to walk to my house because I realize this is going to be a bad one. I wretch for a while, feel better, go back to the party, drink a little wine and just take it easy. Later on I'm able to eat a very soft meatball and some crab dip. I feel better.

Then, yesterday I take things really slow, I have scrambled eggs for breakfast, I have some shrimp for lunch all goes well. I have a meeting and get home kind of late and the hubs has fixed supper. I have one bite of chicken and I'm stuck bad. I try to wait it out, but I can't. I get sick 3 times before it's all said and done and I'm in pain. I feel like someone has punched me square in the chest and stuck a knife in the middle of my back. I eventually have a glass of milk and go to bed. This morning it's irritated bad. I got up to use the bathroom this morning and had a sip of water and got back in bed, no go, the water would not go down. So.....I hear you Pearl, you can shut up now, I promise to be good today and tomorrow and for however long it takes to make you happy! This morning for breakfast I had 1 cup of split pea soup, lunch was mashed potatoes and I have the fridge stocked with protein shakes at work, so there. I hate when I do this. Pearl can be a fickle thing, but she's usually quite forgiving, I guess she figured I needed to be taught a lesson. Okay, I got it!

I hope you all have a wonderful day! Thanks for the sweet comments on yesterday's blog, by the way, my husband does read my blog sometimes and he had trouble getting through the door yesterday his head was so swollen after reading all of your wonderful comments about him. He said yesterday he was thinking about starting a blog of his own to talk about what it's like living with a banded person. I think that's a great idea and that he should. What do you think?

Ya'll be good!

Big Hugs!

T

We had a ball...

at the Ball!

The one on the left is last year and the one on the right is this year. You can't really see my dress that well, but I loved the neck line and I really felt good in the dress, and we had a great time to boot!

The weekend was fast and furious. We were so busy with social obligations. Friday we had a dinner party, Saturday a Mardi Gras Ball and Sunday, the Super Bowl.

We had a really good time at the ball on Saturday, they Royal Court costumes were incredible. The theme was "A night in Paris" and the Duchesses had powder wigs and gorgeous gowns. It was fun. Many of the women had their faces painted and elaborate feathers in their hair, it was really cool!



I love all the festivities of the Mardi Gras season, next weekend we have a cocktail party and another ball. Then we have 2 more balls and and two brunches to attend. I'm telling you I'm feeling a little tired and ready to just rest for one weekend or so. Whewww!



Any way, I had a great time. On the way to the ball, we stopped by a drugstore to pick up some mints and my sweet hubby went in the store all dressed up in his tux, looking quite dapper, I might add. When he got back in the car, he said the lady who checked him out looked so tired and saddened by life, he said that he bet she'd never been to a Mardi Gras Ball and then he looked at me and said we're so lucky, we really have a great life. It made me so happy to hear him say that. He's right too, we do have a great life. I'm so lucky to have found that man, even on my worst hormonal days, I do know how lucky I am.

Have a great day!

Big Hugs!

T

Got a few things on my mind...

I don't know to express all that's moving around in this head of mine. So, I figure I'll just start...this might be kind of random, but so am I.

I feel good. I mean really good. It's nice to not have a lot of aches and pains each day when I get up in the morning and equally nice to go to bed at night with out feeling like I'm old. I know I need to exercise but I am having a real aversion to getting up early and actually doing anything but drink coffee at the moment. My hubby has been really good about going to the gym in the morning. I feel like his efforts are benefiting me through osmosis, since we do sleep together. That's my story, I'm sticking to it.


I cleaned out my car yesterday and I had a pair of jeans in it. The jeans had been there, because they fell out of my suitcase when I was digging for something back in October, I know I should have done this sooner. In any case. These jeans are a size 20. I wore them to Ohio when my husband and I went for his mini class reunion. I was down 45 pounds at the time and the pants were a little loose on me, but still wearable. I also had some 18's that fit me pretty good. Okay, since then 3 months have gone by and I have have barely lost any weight. I have lost 7 or 8 pounds, depending on what day it is. But this morning I put those pants on and I was blown away by how big they were on me. I am wearing a size 16 jeans right now and tops in a regular XL all the way to a 14 depending on the top. I can't believe that 7-8 pounds could make this kind of difference. I have heard bandsters say repeatedly that you may not be losing weight but things are changing and you're losing inches. I must say I've always thought that was horse shit, but I am a genuine recipient of that phenomenon right now, and who am I to question it. Either way, I'm telling you that in the last few days I have seen a real difference in the way I look to myself. It makes me feel good.

Tomorrow night my husband and I are going to a Mardi Gras ball. Last year when I was getting ready for this same ball, I did not feel so good about myself or the event. I had a new outfit, a size 3X skirt and a size 18 top that was so freaking tight I could barely breathe, the one saving grace was that there was a jacket that went with the top that was sort of flowing and it covered a lot. But this year, I have the outfit and I'm excited about wearing it. I can't remember the last time that I was really excited about wearing anything to any event. Clothes have for the last couple of decades been a source of stress for me, because I feel like when you're really heavy, people are judging you and that in order to look good you can't feel good too. So much girdling so much pushing and prodding, hell, it's exhausting. I'm so excited that I have an outfit that I think is pretty, that I feel good in and I feel comfortable in it too. That to me is a huge victory.

My husband has never said anything negative to me about my weight. The only thing he has ever said is that he loves me and wants me to be happy, that he hates to see me feeling bad about myself and that he wants me to lose weight if that's what I want. He fully supported me having weight loss surgery, he has always told me that he loves me and he thinks I'm beautiful. He fell in love with me fat, he married me fat, but I've always felt like he was lying when he said those things. I would never tell him how much I weighed, I would never tell him what size I wore, as if suddenly having proof that I was heavy was going to make him come to his senses and haul ass. I've been really unfair to him on many different occasions, because I have let my feelings for me cloud my judgement when it came to his feelings for me. He has never wavered, it's just been me doing the flopping around, one day feeling good, one day feeling bad. What torture we put our men through when we struggle with body image and self appreciation. As a woman, there are so many times when I have said the words, "I just want to be appreciated!" I have been asking those around me to give me something that I couldn't give myself, appreciation. I knew deep inside of me that I was the same person on the inside regardless of what my outside was like, but that was only a half truth. I'm not the same person on the inside anymore. Suddenly this exterior transformation, though it's not complete, has changed me on the inside. It has allowed me to appreciate myself now and as I was before. It has made me see just how much the man I love, has loved me. He has loved me in varying degrees of fat and fit and varying degrees of crazy and sane. He has done what I couldn't do for myself. I'm finally seeing what I couldn't see before. The changes have taken place, some small some big, some meaningful, some not so much. But the things that resonates with me today is that last year when he stood next to me in my outfit, he thought I was beautiful and he told me that, and because I felt badly and I wasn't happy with me, in my mind I labeled him a liar. So, today I'm going to make a real effort to appreciate the nice things he says to me. I'm going to be kinder to him and to me. And when he looks at me before the ball and tells me he thinks I'm beautiful, I'm going to say thank you and I'm going to take it for what it is. The man who loves me and thinks I'm beautiful, telling me so.

Told you there was a lot of stuff going on in this head of mine!
Have a wonderful weekend.
Big Hugs!
T

I found a dress!

Well not a dress but a skirt and top! Yay!!! I can relax now! So, here's the story. I left work determined to go find a dress. I went to this little shop that I hadn't been to yet and they had this long black number that looked pretty good in a size 14w, so I took that and the 16w to the dressing room along with a gorgeous top that was burned velvet in the most magnificent colors and a couple of cocktail dresses just for fun. I tried on the 14w and it was way too big, that was the smallest they had, so then, I tried on the burned velvet top, I need reading glasses to see anything up close, because....well I'm 48! I did not have my reading glasses, when I grabbed this top, but thought it was an XL. I tried it on and the shell fit fine, it was kind of stretchy. I tried the jacket part on....and look, it was gorgeous, I could have worn it if I didn't want to dance or say, move my arms all night. I took it off and thought damn.....that's the tightes XL I've ever encounterd, then I got my glasses out, it was an XS! I was laughing out loud in the dressing room, when I walked out there were 3 ladies standing there looking my way, it was interesting.



So, then I go to Dillards and I'm going to find a sales girl to come to the dressing room with me and I'm going to see if that size 14 dress will zip all the way. I go to find the dress and when I do, I see all of these tops on a rack marked 70% off. First let me explain, that I have difficulty shopping in the Misses section or the "regular" section of a store. I get very panicky and feel like an impostor. I feel like at any minute someone is going to come grab me by the arm and lead me back to the big girl section. So, I was nervous even standing there. There were some beautiful tops, I tried on several and found a black velvet one with a purple portrait collar that is beautiful, a plain ol XL, no less, not 1X and from the regular section, and it was on sale for $30.00! Yahoo! Then I went to the the "Upscale Consignment Shop" and got a long black velvet skirt (get this, I know it doesn't count, because it's stretchy but in a size 12) for $40.00! So, can you believe it? I got outfitted in style for just $70.00 and I absolutely love the top! I promise to take some pictures this weekend and post them.

Next on the list of things to talk about is the weather. They canceled school today and tomorrow in our town because of the freezing temps. I know you guys up north must be really laughing, but it's cold for us southerners and it's been raining and sleeting. I work for a trucking company and just got an e-mail form DOTD saying that the bridges are starting to ice and they will be closing roads soon. So, I'm all set, I have plenty of wine and firewood!

I hope you all have a wonderful day.
Big hugs!
T

I'm bad at the awards thingy!

And I'm terribly sorry for it. Today I see that Lori nominated me for a blogger award too. I've had a few people nominate me and I've been terrible about doing the questionnaire and nominating others. I truly appreciate you thinking of me. I'm just really bad at returning the favor. Today I decided I would do that, and started going back through my blogs and can't find who I need to thank. I'm sorry about that, when I have a little more time, I will do that.

Still no dress for the Mardi Gras ball this weekend and I can't leave work today to go shop. I guess I'll go tomorrow and just hope for the best. Tonight is date night. I'm excited about spending the evening with my hubby. We have fun together and I owe him a good night out after last weekend and my crappy mood. I'm looking forward to the whole weekend of celebrations and fun, I just hope I can find a dress.

I hope you all have a great day. It's very cold here in the deep south, it feels more like the deep freeze. Nothing in comparison to all of you poor folks who are buried in snow. I hope you warm up soon. Take care.
Big Hugs!
T

Quick post...

Howdy friends. Just a quick post to check in and say thanks for all of your support and understanding. You guys always make me feel better. So did a good night's sleep. I took a Benadryl and slept like a baby.

This morning when I weighed, I saw 212 flash on the scale, then it went away and went back to 214. This has happened before and always means that it's coming. I'm so close to weighing less than my husband, by like a pound, I can hardly stand it.

I need another dress for a Mardi Gras Ball this weekend. I just decided last night to try on the outfit that I planned to wear and it's too big. So, today, I took a couple of hours away from work to go shop, nothing fit me in the plus sizes! I couldn't believe it. I found a couple of things that fit me, but nothing I was crazy about, I'm going to shop a little more tonight and if I can't find anything I love, I'm going to get this velvet skirt that I found and hope to find a top that will fit me. I'm excited that I've shrunk, but I find it hard to believe, because the scale has not moved at all lately. I actually tried on a size 14 dress and it fit me, of course it had a full skirt, but I can tell you it's been at least 22 years since I was able to fit into a size 14, that felt really good.

I hope you all have a great day, it's cold down south, supposed to be in the 20's in the morning. We went to bed with the air conditioner on last night, crazy!
Take Care!Big Hugs,
T