New update

New total is 41 pounds.

I had a real clothes dilemma yesterday. I've lost enough weight that my clothes are getting sloppy, but I didn't really fit into the next size. Isn't that crazy? 41 pounds and I'm stuck between sizes.

I went to a wedding last night, a real big fancy affair, and I didn't think any of my clothes were appropriate. As if anybody would be paying any attention to what _I_ was wearing. So, I went shopping. Ugh. Clothes shopping is stressful enough for a big girl on a normal day, but shopping for a special occasion? I don't really have anything to share about shopping except that I was in many dressing rooms and left every one empty handed. I eventually gave up and decided that if nothing else I would buy a new pair of shoes. JACKPOT! I found a pair of black, Kenneth Cole high heeled sandals on clearance for $20.

I ended up wearing a pair of black dress pants that had been collecting dust in the back of my closet because they didn't fit 3 months ago and a plain shirt. I wasn't so depressed by the time the dancing started at the reception and I kept having to hike up my pants.

I did really well with my food, too. I didn't touch any appetizers except 3 large shrimp, I didn't eat the salad because it had a raspberry dressing on it that I'm sure contained sugar, and I didn't eat the roasted potatoes or dessert. I ate the pork loin and the green beans.

As good as I was about avoiding food, I wasn't nearly as successful avoiding the open bar. Hey, if your pants are going to fall down, you might as well be drunk when it happens. Thankfully that never happened.