My big birthday box from Mom got here today. Inside were things so wonderful, so needed and yearned for, I couldn’t help jumping up to go try it all out right away.
Mom sent me new clothes. When I was living in KS, this was certainly cause for happiness, but not quite the level of elation I’m getting now. But here, where everyone is freakishly tiny and I’m an XL if I’m lucky, I haven’t really found any clothes I can wear for working, and since I’ve continued to lose weight, that’s a problem. I’m down to 165ish now (and still on a downward trend), and even 12s were too lose. So, from halfway across the world, I’ve got 2 new pairs of jeans in a size 10 that fit perfectly. I’m finding that even though I’m wearing a pair right now, I can’t really believe I’m wearing a size 10 anything. I don’t remember a time that I ever wore anything smaller than a 12, and even that was a squeeze. I’m almost afraid that I’ll wake up tomorrow morning and it will all have been a dream…