Our ISP has been flaky ("intermittant connectivity," the self-righteous tech support bitchboy informed us) and blanked out completely this past weekend, so Pedro and I went and rediscovered the outside world. After our eyes re-adjusted to the excessive levels of ultraviolet radiation that blankets your world, we hit the mall and spent five hours shopping for a completely new summer wardrobe for me. It seems that after losing twenty-five pounds, none of my old clothes fit...I had dresses in my closet that I couldn't possibly wear to church because they would fall right off. So five dresses, three skirts, a pair of jeans, a blouse, and a $10 pair of shoes later, I've managed to round out my wardrobe without overstuffing my (rather small) closet or breaking the bank.
My darling, wonderful, patient husband accompanied me, waited outside every dressing room (with a GameBoy, but patiently nonetheless) and gave me his honest yet tactful opinions on every one of the approximately seven billion outfits I tried on. I'll tell you what, guys, if you want to score points with your woman, tell her that dress makes her butt look big before she buys it.
Now that I have decent-looking "skinny clothes," I can finally take some "after" photos. I should probably lose that last five pounds first, but I'm so close to my goal that I don't think that last five will make that much of a difference, appearance-wise. I'm within my "ideal zone" now so that's what counts, no?