Happy Almost Anniversary!

On the 19th it will be three years since I underwent lap-band surgery, a decision I'll never regret. Since my last post, I've hit goal and even managed to go under by a pound or two, have settled comfortably into a size 6, and have even had to purchase some extra-small yoga pants versus my usual size small.

Y'know, I can't help but be amazed when I reread what I just wrote. I never thought I'd be a "small" anything. And size 6? Please. That would only happen if the fashion world should ever decide that a size 6 should become the new size 12 (a size I was prepared to settle quite comfortably into).

Through it all, Ray has been my biggest cheerleader. He's my support, my strength, my sounding board when I've griped and grumbled about how slow the process of losing 130 pounds was. And he continues to be all those things, although now the kvetching is more about things like exercise and going to the gym. I'm sorry, but I have a deep mistrust of anybody who claims exercise is fun. Fun is going to the beach. Fun is playing with the grandbabies. Fun is, well, heck. Going to the dentist is fun when compared with going to the gym *bleah* We do it though, like the good soldiers we are (at least most of the time).

In the name of "fun", I treat myself to a Christmas goody and enjoy that decorated cookie or a couple of green- and gold-wrapped Kisses because for me weight loss hasn't been about deprivation, it's been about celebration, and sometimes that involves an edible treat. It's the non-edible ones, like the size 6's, that help keep me on track. I've discovered that I really, really, really like buying clothes now!