I went to the mall tonight to pick up a pair of jeans. I am wearing 22’s, but can almost step out of them without unbuttoning them. I figured I would go down to a size 18 stretchy, and that way, even if they were a little snug now, I would still have them to wear for a little while.
As everyone knows, I am on a weight loss mission. I am down nearly 70 pounds at nearly 3 months post - op. We had a yard sale yesterday, and I got rid of just about everything in my closet that doesn’t fit anymore, and I am now nearly clothes-less. One of the big problems is underwear! I thought I had underwear in every shape and size, but in rooting through my drawers the other day, all I found was underwear that falls down as I go about my day. What a good feeling.
The other day, Jim said he thought Eilis needed a computer game called “Dance, Dance Revolution”. He thought it only worked on XBOX 360. We have the original XBOX.
Imagine my surprise this morning when I hopped on the scale, hopped off, and charted my progress. I am exactly half way to where I would eventually like to be 
I’m pretty proud of myself - I have had very few experiences that I would consider negative (although one last night, a punishment for too much mayo in my tuna) and feel more energetic each day. I can almost out pace Brighid going through the mall - okay, she’s stopping at every store with a door, but I can more than keep up with her in other instances too 
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My father’s family is very mysterious to me. When his father married my grandmother a billion years ago, his family disowned him. My grandfather converted to Catholicism when he decided he wanted to marry Elizabeth O’Brien, because her family wouldn’t let her have him any other way.
Well, I hopped on the scale this morning, two months since the date of my surgery, and I now weigh 237.5 pounds. Being in the 230’s is a pretty big accomplishment. I haven’t been in this neighborhood since Brighid was a baby.
I’ve been incredibly lax in taking my children to Church. If you’ve ever sat through a Catholic Mass with a rambunctious 5 year old and a 1 year old, with no crying room, you’ll understand that getting up and going to Church with the lot of them is not a pleasure.
Copyright Anna Skamarakas 1985-2008 | 2009