And it just keeps coming off. As of the time of this writing (several days before the blog entry will be published), I’m down 44 lbs.
These two pictures were taken quite some time apart, as you can tell by the length of my hair. The blue photo was taken at the beginning of my last major attempt at weight loss, in November 2014, so about two years before surgery. The pink photo was taken March 31, 2017. (Yes, I should have done photos right before surgery, but I didn’t. We’ll have to make do with these and whatever candid or yarn-project-modeling photos I can find that were taken shortly before surgery.)
Front view. I can see the beginnings of a waist again. That makes me happy. I still have the shirt and cropped pants I’m wearing in the blue photos. I’ll do my best to wear them the next time we take a set of progress photos.
In clothing news, all but one of the items that had been banished to the upstairs closet because they didn’t fit have been retrieved. Because now they fit. The one item that doesn’t fit is a velvet dress suitable for holiday parties and dress-up occasions. It’s still too tight. Unfortunately, it’s doubtful that it will fit at the time the holiday parties and dress-up occasions roll around again, but at that time, it will be too loose. Maybe I’ll ask my husband to take me out to a fancy dinner when it fits again, just to wear it one last time. I’ve started weeding out the clothes that are now too large and too much trouble to have altered; they’re being sorted into piles to go to Goodwill, to bariatric support group clothing swaps, and to the business-appropriate clothing drive for women in shelters.