I got my fill this morning. Easy-squeezy. She put in .5cc which bring me up to a full 6ccs in my 10cc band. It was my third fill. I can already tell I have more restriction, so hopefully this one will get me back on track restriction-wise.
After my fill I took some clothes to a local consignment shop to see what they'd give me for them. I've outgrown ALL my clothes but I have very little money to buy new ones. So when they gave me $26 for some work clothes, I happily set out to find myself some new duds.
When I started out this journey back in June, I was wearing a size 24 in pants and a 22/24 in tops. I've been wearing those same clothes up until today. I knew they were big (the pants were falling off me) but I figured I only needed one size smaller.
Today, in the dressing room at the Clothes Mentor, I was shocked to find that I am not wearing a size 24 or even a 22. I'm not even wearing a 20! I'M WEARING A FREAKING 18!!!! I haven't worn a size 18 jeans since my oldest son was born almost nine years ago!! I was so shocked, I had to keep checking the tag to make sure it was, in fact, and 18. I got a pair of adorable casual jeans, a pair of denim dress trousers, and a gorgeous pair of charcoal dress slacks.
Then it was time for tops. I was so excited about my size 18 jeans, that I got brave and grabbed an armful of XL tops from the rack. I thought, "Well, I'll try them and if they don't fit, I'll just go up a size". I didn't plan on them fitting BUT THEY DID!! Holy crap I'm wearing an XL in tops! How is that possible!??! I got four casual fall/winter tops, a layer tank, and a gorgeous red dress blouse to go with my charcoal pants. I almost cried when I left the store. I've never had so much FUN shopping before! I was giddy every time I put something on that fit and looked GOOD!
The photos are crap, but here are two outfits I got. I wore the jeans and green striped top out of the store because the clothes I wore in were so ridiculously big. *insert happy dance here*